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from nerves, I cannibalise my fingers my blood clots, and dries out crusty and painful yet I keep on pressing, biting because it gives me focus a sick type of satisfaction, a sense of control. I whine tears leak out, my eyelids stuttering, Tired my fingers bit, bone exposed and ****** my fingernails and fingerprints all gone, remains lay in my stomach acid consuming the scraps of skin this is what I call my very own cannibalism.
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Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
Nervous
from nerves, I cannibalise my fingers my blood clots, and dries out crusty and painful yet I keep on pressing, biting because it gives me focus a sick type of satisfaction, a sense of control. I whine tears leak out, my eyelids stuttering, Tired my fingers bit, bone exposed and ****** my fingernails and fingerprints all gone, remains lay in my stomach acid consuming the scraps of skin this is what I call my very own cannibalism.
#cannibalism#nervous#anxious#stressed#blood#nerves
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AvaKenig
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
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