My freshly washed hair is still damp against my scalp
Bound by a plastic jaw with a squeaky hinge
In a knot that’s so tight it feels my ears are pulled back.
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friendship is lost when you count and weigh everything like cents.
So I swallow my rage and instead calm my thoughts With rationalisations about longing and loneliness And how an emptiness was trying to be filled. the love of loneliness and its zeroness