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Jan 2019
I pick at the
          dry skin
on my knuckles
when I think about You.

"I'm sorry"
hospitals make me
nervous-
make me tick.

Selfish
          Little Girl
too scared
(too high)
to visit You.

what can I say
Big Brother?
You make me tick,
make my skin-
itch.
Written by
Katie  21/F/USA
(21/F/USA)   
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   A Simillacrum
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