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My Brain

little things like feeling greasy uneven feet or cracking knuckles these little habits are the part of me that i hate the most i touch my hair i scratch my skin until i bleed people think i'm on meth because my skin doesn't fit there are invisible bugs everywhere i always wash my hands i have to start on my left foot and end on my left here i sit covered in habits in anxieties and pains my fucking brain hates me
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Mar 17, 2013
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