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we used to watch//cringy movies just for the//heck of it and// wear thrift store jelwery// to homecoming// while hiding converses beneath our golden tulle dresses// at the winter dance// and people knew us by our// colorful socks and chacos in the bathroom//peeking underneath the stall door// but now we let our black ankle socks// bunch in our high tops// as we try not to tap our foot in// algebra class// as we try to find x// but really// we need to be trying to find ourselves again//because we somehow lost them along the way// there is no us anymore