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spreading shimmering      blue on my fingertips - appropriate,      i think, curled on the floor. convenient that the      only color locked           in the bathroom with me                 is blue watching myself change colors,      hair towel-wrapped and dripping, i realize      there are statistics for this.           *there are statistics for me.* girls who sit on the floor      sopping polish on their           fingers to keep from                sobbing - girls who      can't let their           pain wake the neighbors. anonymous surveys ask      questions about girls like me -           and i won't lie i'll tell them      the things they use           to build statistics                that put girls like me           in boxes -      separate. between the last one      and the next,           someone reading somewhere      will know, that someone somewhere else      once sat,           spreading shimmering                     blue           on her fingertips,      convincing herself that when she      unlocked the bathroom door,                she wouldn't           love him anymore.
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
the aftermath (II)
spreading shimmering      blue on my fingertips - appropriate,      i think, curled on the floor. convenient that the      only color locked           in the bathroom with me                 is blue watching myself change colors,      hair towel-wrapped and dripping, i realize      there are statistics for this.           *there are statistics for me.* girls who sit on the floor      sopping polish on their           fingers to keep from                sobbing - girls who      can't let their           pain wake the neighbors. anonymous surveys ask      questions about girls like me -           and i won't lie i'll tell them      the things they use           to build statistics                that put girls like me           in boxes -      separate. between the last one      and the next,           someone reading somewhere      will know, that someone somewhere else      once sat,           spreading shimmering                     blue           on her fingertips,      convincing herself that when she      unlocked the bathroom door,                she wouldn't           love him anymore.
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
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