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sensitive extreme third degree feeling raw; infantile; pathetic; it hurts to breathe it hurts to be life burns like the noon sun on my white skin like barefoot patters on the rooftop but you, your contact is a cool sizzle your touch is a drop of water on the hot stove your hand on my back soothes the swirling, spinning chaotic tangles of thoughts I'm a puzzle & you're the missing piece
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC
BPD ruins me
sensitive extreme third degree feeling raw; infantile; pathetic; it hurts to breathe it hurts to be life burns like the noon sun on my white skin like barefoot patters on the rooftop but you, your contact is a cool sizzle your touch is a drop of water on the hot stove your hand on my back soothes the swirling, spinning chaotic tangles of thoughts I'm a puzzle & you're the missing piece
terrin-leigh
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC
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