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I really tried to let my nails grow out but I just had to bite them Waiting is simply not a skill of mine I will admit that patience should be desired but I will not lie and say I am fine I took three baths today I tried to scrub away my sadness but the water was quickly soiled, my body dissolving in a tub of the burnt and boiled   I left a trail of wet feet on old tile and fell into my nest of isolation I can't be bothered to even get dressed Because it's just another day of nothing, and yet I am incurably stressed
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
Lonely Metaphors
I really tried to let my nails grow out but I just had to bite them Waiting is simply not a skill of mine I will admit that patience should be desired but I will not lie and say I am fine I took three baths today I tried to scrub away my sadness but the water was quickly soiled, my body dissolving in a tub of the burnt and boiled   I left a trail of wet feet on old tile and fell into my nest of isolation I can't be bothered to even get dressed Because it's just another day of nothing, and yet I am incurably stressed
emmy-dawn
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
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