I shaved my hair for fun but now it won’t grow back, patches like holes in the friendships that have grown over the past year. // I can’t feel the tips of my fingers, my knuckles too heavy to add a pen to their weight. But I’ve got that friend who tells me I’m smart when I do my NY times puzzles, and she still tells me that even when I don’t. // And I’ve got that dog that stares at me like I am more captivating than anything she’s ever seen. // It’s 100 degrees for the 6th day in a row, my heating pad cranked to match. but my love thinks I’m hotter than any of that, even more now with the scars of time and test results. // I don’t want to wear the outfit but my sister knows why and decides to match me instead. // And I still cry every October 3rd like it’s that one, but I don’t cry alone anymore.
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