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I fold myself inwards over and over
trying to be smaller and more perfect
no longer loud and abrasive, no more paper cuts
dulled, with frayed corners like a well loved note in your pocket.
maybe you'd forget me, but have your calloused fingers happen upon me, and let a smile scrawl across your thin lips like the words on the post-it note I left you.

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