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skin pulled taut by stretching fingers veins darken beneath olive skin fingers pull knuckles pull tendons strings seem to stretch from fingertips to shoulder movement like puppetry dry nails break and peel from bending backwards caused by coal ropes you twitch reach move but not on your own you are not your own I am not my own
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Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
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skin pulled taut by stretching fingers veins darken beneath olive skin fingers pull knuckles pull tendons strings seem to stretch from fingertips to shoulder movement like puppetry dry nails break and peel from bending backwards caused by coal ropes you twitch reach move but not on your own you are not your own I am not my own
A poem about not feeling in control of your own body while dissociating
grace-anne-kennard
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Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
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