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Do you ever trace the grooves in your hand Or follow the veins under your skin Do you slightly sway whenever you stand Or pick at the bumps on your chin Is there a bone in your body that doesn't quite fit Is there a pulse that you can never find And your mouth's filled with glue rather than spit Can you see the microbes in your eye Are your teeth slightly crooked whenever you smile Are your shoulders more wide than your hips Is your build more of the disproportionate style And is the skin chewed from off of your lips Does your hair fall in clumps right on to the floor Are your fingernails picked to the nub Do you find concentrating as more of a chore Can you also not stand tummy chub Do the grooves in your mind tend to relapse instead Of helping move on past the dread And do you find sometimes you can not trust your own self, Or control the bad thoughts in your head
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC
Tracing the Grooves
Do you ever trace the grooves in your hand Or follow the veins under your skin Do you slightly sway whenever you stand Or pick at the bumps on your chin Is there a bone in your body that doesn't quite fit Is there a pulse that you can never find And your mouth's filled with glue rather than spit Can you see the microbes in your eye Are your teeth slightly crooked whenever you smile Are your shoulders more wide than your hips Is your build more of the disproportionate style And is the skin chewed from off of your lips Does your hair fall in clumps right on to the floor Are your fingernails picked to the nub Do you find concentrating as more of a chore Can you also not stand tummy chub Do the grooves in your mind tend to relapse instead Of helping move on past the dread And do you find sometimes you can not trust your own self, Or control the bad thoughts in your head
Obviously there are some strange *** things with my body, but I figure some may also relate.
RJB
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Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC
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