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I color with pencils that are too happy for my feelings. I paint with colors that express my dark mind perfectly. I sew too fast to keep my mind occupied. I hand sew to find a peace within my body. I play with Chinese Health ***** to keep my muscles working. I sign the ASL alphabet as I walk to work my mind. I write poems to keep my thoughts centered and alive. I do the dishes to find the time to stare outside the window. I roll a snowball to get the courage to throw it. I find some ice and hold it tight to restart my system. And when none of it works, I take a razor blade to my skin to find true clarity.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Keeping Hands Busy
I color with pencils that are too happy for my feelings. I paint with colors that express my dark mind perfectly. I sew too fast to keep my mind occupied. I hand sew to find a peace within my body. I play with Chinese Health ***** to keep my muscles working. I sign the ASL alphabet as I walk to work my mind. I write poems to keep my thoughts centered and alive. I do the dishes to find the time to stare outside the window. I roll a snowball to get the courage to throw it. I find some ice and hold it tight to restart my system. And when none of it works, I take a razor blade to my skin to find true clarity.
#cutting#hands#busy
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christina-cox
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
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