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The faeries are gone.
The bubble gum longing has left
only leaving a sticky residue
on the countertops.
So I grab the borax and scrub
until my fingers are raw and white.
I've come to the realization that you
never loved me, only the idea of me.
That I afforded you
an allowance
You said "I love you" first.
I win.
Oh, ouch! This is a pretty
Oh, ouch! This is a pretty accurate description of the kind of monster I am, too.
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