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Dec 2017
My fingers are starting to twitch
My heart starts to race
I need a comforter
Something must fill this space

I reach for my arm
I know it will get hurt
Rubbing my skin between my fingers
Better stop before it gets worse

I'm begging for your sleeve
The fabric will calm me
It rubs together just right
That is the key

I guess it's not just the fabric
It might be also be you
The warmth of your skin
Calm my mind and heart too

Lean closer now
Let me do what I do
Smile when I reach out
I'm a comfort to you too
lins
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lins  22/F/here and there
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