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What kind of instinct does this? Makes me pick and peel at my lips Reopen wounds for the appeal And pick at scabs that never heal My nails tear and shred at skin To get to flesh that lies within Freckled skin that looks like stars A mind that only leads to scars
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Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 5:08 PM UTC
Quit Picking
What kind of instinct does this? Makes me pick and peel at my lips Reopen wounds for the appeal And pick at scabs that never heal My nails tear and shred at skin To get to flesh that lies within Freckled skin that looks like stars A mind that only leads to scars
#selfharm#scabs#picking#sad#simple
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Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 5:08 PM UTC
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