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I clearly remember your touch against my skin From the goosebumps, to the very hair on my middle finger standing I wanted to run away but that only happened in my head Two years later, I am constantly reminded with this engraved You're happy in a two year long relationship As I type this, my hair stands and I want to puke again I never wanted to feel trapped and obliged Ever since then, my hair never grew longer than to touch my shoulders My skin was the only thing I could not change But I tried To lift as much skin off from my body to rid of what was left of you To lift the memories, to make myself clean again Till now, the hair on my arms remain, I am forever afraid
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
I am still afraid
I clearly remember your touch against my skin From the goosebumps, to the very hair on my middle finger standing I wanted to run away but that only happened in my head Two years later, I am constantly reminded with this engraved You're happy in a two year long relationship As I type this, my hair stands and I want to puke again I never wanted to feel trapped and obliged Ever since then, my hair never grew longer than to touch my shoulders My skin was the only thing I could not change But I tried To lift as much skin off from my body to rid of what was left of you To lift the memories, to make myself clean again Till now, the hair on my arms remain, I am forever afraid
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
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