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Could there be something In my head That only my hands know about? Because I'm not sure why They refuse to stop Tearing at my skin Even when I begin to bleed And start to beg. Are my hands trying To set something free That's been locked inside me? Or are they just performing The will of my secret thoughts? Destroying me without My say in the matter. I don't know why I'm trying to analyze this. It's just a nervous tick.
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Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
Dermatillo.....don't worry about it
Could there be something In my head That only my hands know about? Because I'm not sure why They refuse to stop Tearing at my skin Even when I begin to bleed And start to beg. Are my hands trying To set something free That's been locked inside me? Or are they just performing The will of my secret thoughts? Destroying me without My say in the matter. I don't know why I'm trying to analyze this. It's just a nervous tick.
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Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
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