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Wierd I sit here
Looking at my hands
My fingernails are painted
Painted a metallic purple color
Chipped
They've been this color for days
Pieces chipped at experiences
Everytime you crush me
I loose a part of me
The color is fading
I try and remember the day my nails were perfect
No more then a week ago
Much has happened since then
Bad & good
I should paint them again
With a clean slate
A fresh new start
that is quite interesting ... about nail polish and all... u have such visioin!! LOL.... yes ho u do.... well i enjoy critiquing ur poems even if my comment make NOOO sense wat sooo ever well im going now... pEacE OuTTTTTTTT!