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the skin i wear does not feel the same, yet your touch still lingers, still stays. i want to claw my skin out until it bleeds. maybe then, you would finally leave.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
snakeskin
the skin i wear does not feel the same, yet your touch still lingers, still stays. i want to claw my skin out until it bleeds. maybe then, you would finally leave.
i wonder how a snake does it, to willingly shed a part of itself and live.
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
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