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Apr 2015
I don't know when
it got this bad.
Or why I ever let it.
It came without asking.
But I am really worried.
I don't know what to do anymore.
Today I wondered what it
would be like if I just lost
my fingers.
Relief, probably.


I bit down on my fingers
the whole drive home,
and wouldn't let them free.
I don't trust them.
Paige
Written by
Paige  Ohio
(Ohio)   
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