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my hands run circles around my body sliding roughly over the surface of myself feeling the warmth of my being under my skin fingertips digging into myself s my hands roam the surface of my being my stomach, neck, hair, legs, behind, arm, ******* sides, hips I watch myself in the mirror as I do this the feeling of my rough skin sliding across itself hands to body a reminder that I am here I am alive and I hurt I ache but I am still warm so I am still alive and breathing.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
i'm here.
my hands run circles around my body sliding roughly over the surface of myself feeling the warmth of my being under my skin fingertips digging into myself s my hands roam the surface of my being my stomach, neck, hair, legs, behind, arm, ******* sides, hips I watch myself in the mirror as I do this the feeling of my rough skin sliding across itself hands to body a reminder that I am here I am alive and I hurt I ache but I am still warm so I am still alive and breathing.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
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