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Feb 2014
I used to pick my skin to destruction
To punish myself and inflict self harm.

Now I scratch for pleasure, causing no alarm
Nail marks, pinch marks, bite marks
No pain to gain, only letting it go

How is this so?

My face scar free, no picking on me
I pick no more, no more self inflicted war
It was a chore, detailed attack.

Scratching deep brings me back
to a pure state of mind
I find scratches kind

How is this so?
Miss Kiss My Bliss
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Miss Kiss My Bliss  Down Stairs
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   Jonny Angel
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