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I still remember the color of my nails the day I fell in love with myself.
This was, of course, before I fell out of that love like one falls out of a crush: surprisingly easily, after all the grief it's given you.
This isn't so much of poetry as it is a one-sentence story, but I didn't quite know where else to place it orz
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