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The sensation of peeling skin is one of comfort and horror. It's like wrapping yourself in a blanket after a stressful day. It’s calming. Relaxing. But it’s also skin being torn from your scalp, your chest, your back, your neck, your face. Little ****** flakes of “why did I do this” and “what’s wrong with me”. But the soothing action draws you back in. Again. And again. Digging holes into your scalp, your chest, your back, your neck, your face with nails you never knew were this sharp.
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 12:36 PM UTC
One of Comfort and Horror
The sensation of peeling skin is one of comfort and horror. It's like wrapping yourself in a blanket after a stressful day. It’s calming. Relaxing. But it’s also skin being torn from your scalp, your chest, your back, your neck, your face. Little ****** flakes of “why did I do this” and “what’s wrong with me”. But the soothing action draws you back in. Again. And again. Digging holes into your scalp, your chest, your back, your neck, your face with nails you never knew were this sharp.
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Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 12:36 PM UTC
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