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Aug 2018
This feeling of listlessness, makes me want to sink my nails into my skin and claw it off.

It makes me want to rip my hair from its roots.

I need to get out,
I need my skeleton to split the seams of this flesh
and I need it to run.
I need to run.
Written by
LVQuigley  21/F/Ireland
(21/F/Ireland)   
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