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Emma Jun 2021
Hold me.

Make me feel safe

And small

And hideable

Put your arms around me

So that the world can’t get past

Give me your care

And absolution for my needing it
A small habit
Simple
Hideable
Now I fear this will create more issues
At one point, I could stop
I did stop
Now I start again
Through the pain, I continue
More scars on my body
Are these from something
or is my mind creating the itch
just so I can feel something
when all I feel
is nothing?

— The End —