Love/[Washing Hands] Polar Bear Literature Club

I wash my hands.
Again and again.
I apply soap again and again.
I rinse them again and again.
I rub my hands again and again under the running water.

Even though you said you loved me.
Even though you held my hand and walked with me.
You were holding another woman's hand while you walked.

I wash my hands.
Again and again.
I apply soap again and again.
I rinse them again and again.
I rub my hands again and again under the running water.

The feel of his hands,
his face,
his voice,
and the memories of him,
I will wash them all away completely.

I heard she broke up with him.
I knew well that she was a woman with a strong possessive streak.
That's why I deliberately made him hold my hand right in front of her.
She'll definitely misunderstand, won't she?
The woman who kept bragging to me about holding his hand.
Even if she didn't know I liked him, it was frustrating.
I will be his new girlfriend.

Oops, I made her misunderstand.
But now, I'll be even more stuck in her head, won't I?
An overly strong possessive streak is one of her charms to me.
And, I am even more possessive than she is.

I have participated
in this project.
Kosuke Komaki-san,
thank you.

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