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i let the water wash away           what was left of you - scrubbed away at indignation and denial until all i had to hate was    the truth.                                                     the blow drier left                       my hair frizzier than usual,   so when i caught               my reflection,             even that seemed foreign.           different. wrong. broken didn't apply until the               implications of that truth    that i so hated sank through layers of brunette curls and rigid fingers,   that could have been better at holding it all           inside my head.
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC
the aftermath
i let the water wash away           what was left of you - scrubbed away at indignation and denial until all i had to hate was    the truth.                                                     the blow drier left                       my hair frizzier than usual,   so when i caught               my reflection,             even that seemed foreign.           different. wrong. broken didn't apply until the               implications of that truth    that i so hated sank through layers of brunette curls and rigid fingers,   that could have been better at holding it all           inside my head.
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Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC
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