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Feb 2019
i am but a skinned bag of thoughts
wincing
from their glances brushing over me
flinching
from their feelings rushing towards me
getting blisters
from every direct question
i need an air cushion
a pillow
ow! a pill
to rest me in peace
Written by
anna
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