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[the_monet_scene]

a postcard from myself.
i use a kid's toothbrush because i have small teeth.
and i hold my breath because i don't like to breathe.
plus i can dance real well, but i haven't told my feet.
i tell myself all kinds of lie, i don't even believe.

but my mom told me i have a strange imagination.
i think that was the last compliment she gave.
and if i look back to being a few years tall.
i'm not sure if it was a compliment at all.

my friends tell me i worry too much.
i'm worried they don't worry enough.