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Apr 2018
i watch the skin around my finger grow back only to pull it off again.
my fingers ache every morning,
and lately they ache holding a pencil.
this has taken over my life.
no, i'm sorry the reason why i can't shake or hold your hands is not because i'm sick but because i'm scared you'll see my hands and look at me with disgusted eyes,
or skin i haven't yet picked off will get caught onto yours.
i can't stop.
if you sat me inΒ Β a room with nothing,
my anxiety would grow and sooner or later the skin that has been brought to life again would end up on the floor.
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levi eden r
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levi eden r  19/M
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