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a gross habit i don't think i'll ever break picking at my scabs. when i was younger my mom would get after me but i never listened. and now here i am 23 years old still pick, pick, picking away. a cycle. like a phoenix sort of. i guess. new life in new skin death when i peel it back. repeat, repeat, repeat.
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
picking scabs.
a gross habit i don't think i'll ever break picking at my scabs. when i was younger my mom would get after me but i never listened. and now here i am 23 years old still pick, pick, picking away. a cycle. like a phoenix sort of. i guess. new life in new skin death when i peel it back. repeat, repeat, repeat.
martian-girl
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
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