Dearest me of yesterday,
princess from the past,
so naive, you did not see
that future brings a cast.
All those tight-ass cardigans
and sweaters that don’t fit...
Why are you still bothering?
They cannot pass your wrist.
It’s hard to find a thing to wear
when your hand looks like a log.
In a pile of clothes you sit
and feel just like a giant hog.
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Pretty much.
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Pretty much.
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