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Oct 2020
growing out my bangs and my hair
so i can feel less aware
of the empty spot next to me
where you used to be

losing weight, lucky me
numbers i always wanted to see
at least i'll put space between you
and the me you knew

the new me in the mirror
she sees things a little clearer
without your fingerprints on her skin
almost out of the mess you left her in
about o.
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