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May 2018
my fingers are red and raw
all skin ripped away

"stop doing that"
they all say
i could if i would
but it's a nervous tick
a sense of relief

"you're practically self harming right in front of me"
then don't look

"doesn't it hurt to wash your hands?"
yes
but i won't say that,
i'll say
"you get used to it"

my fingers are red and raw
all skin ripped away.
Written by
Taylor  22/F
(22/F)   
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   Wyatt
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