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i have a nervous habit of peeling the skin on my lips like a jumpy little rabbit and sometimes blood drips and my fingernails are reddened then i stare at my hands in fear but my mind slowly deadened and i won't be able to quite hear the pounding of my heartbeat or notice my bloodied hands
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Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 6:29 AM UTC
nervous habits
i have a nervous habit of peeling the skin on my lips like a jumpy little rabbit and sometimes blood drips and my fingernails are reddened then i stare at my hands in fear but my mind slowly deadened and i won't be able to quite hear the pounding of my heartbeat or notice my bloodied hands
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Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 6:29 AM UTC
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