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Jan 2021
It's not the hair on my head
It's only the dry center on my neck.

It's not that hate my skin
It's just what is deep inside it.

It's not painful really
It's extremely repetitive.

It's not a bad habit
It's a new hobby.

It's not a birth mark
It's more of a lovebite.

It's not that I can't stop
It's just that I won't stop.

It's not only my addiction
It's my mental condition.
( sad sigh)
Keyana Brown
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Keyana Brown  F/Panama City, FL
(F/Panama City, FL)   
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