You Might as Well Be Floating in Space You fluff up your hair in your apartment’s only mirror and remember that thing your friend once said, about how if love were a who’s-prettiest-contest you’d have already won, and at the time it made you feel better but now it just reminds you of your own vapid blindness, your constant obsession over the wrong things, you are so pretty in this empty apartment where you don’t even have a houseplant for company, so you go
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