I changed myself for you. Like a liquid that takes the shape of its container. Like the ice carved into a figurine. Like a fabric that traces the contours of the torso. Like the wax in a mould shaped into a candle. Like the air that fills the insides of a balloon. I moulded myself to fit your needs. I shaped myself into you. But what I did not realise was that was distorting myself in the process. And when you left, only your imprint remained etched into my being; in-erasable.
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