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Jan 2017
Grazing my fingers
up and down your back

Abusing your body
as a means to distract

The longer you wait,
the more I grow eager

Breaking your flesh
as I dig my nails deeper

As you enter my body,
I place your hands on my throat

Begging for pressure
as a way to cope

Experiencing pain
reminds me I'm alive

A way to counteract this lifelessness
I feel inside
Caitlin Nesbit
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Caitlin Nesbit  30/F/Louisville, KY
(30/F/Louisville, KY)   
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