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Itches itch and scratches scratch. You would still relieve that urge without questioning that, right? Well that's how I feel about my scalp. My brain the main domaine that carries me through my days. I don't pull my hair or wash my feet three times a day anymore. The meds help with that. But something I can't shake is scratching my skull. Short fingernails because I am a lesbian. But also has made it easier to attack my soft skin. Blood and scabs and sore spots. I have derma linked completely to my scalp. Hats and beanies can only do so much. My fingers always find a way to slip there and pick the day away. Invisible illnesses still make you sick. You can still fall in love with the one you didn't pick. I am a heathen and I am an angel. I give and I take, and I take and I breathe. Goodnight.
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
Itchy
Itches itch and scratches scratch. You would still relieve that urge without questioning that, right? Well that's how I feel about my scalp. My brain the main domaine that carries me through my days. I don't pull my hair or wash my feet three times a day anymore. The meds help with that. But something I can't shake is scratching my skull. Short fingernails because I am a lesbian. But also has made it easier to attack my soft skin. Blood and scabs and sore spots. I have derma linked completely to my scalp. Hats and beanies can only do so much. My fingers always find a way to slip there and pick the day away. Invisible illnesses still make you sick. You can still fall in love with the one you didn't pick. I am a heathen and I am an angel. I give and I take, and I take and I breathe. Goodnight.
Dermatillomania, coping,, hats for lie.
savannahplease
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
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