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Rubber bands wrap my body The tan pseudo-office-supplies Run in lines akin to guitar strings. They’re both slippery and stiff, And they pull in their surroundings Holding them close like rubber bands do. They are the reason I’m still whole. Constricting around my body and mind, Keeping everything together. But when they begin to fail at that job And thus threatening I fall to pieces, I simply add some more, To reinforce the wrapping’s reliability.
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Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 12:36 PM UTC
rubber bands
Rubber bands wrap my body The tan pseudo-office-supplies Run in lines akin to guitar strings. They’re both slippery and stiff, And they pull in their surroundings Holding them close like rubber bands do. They are the reason I’m still whole. Constricting around my body and mind, Keeping everything together. But when they begin to fail at that job And thus threatening I fall to pieces, I simply add some more, To reinforce the wrapping’s reliability.
My biggest self harm scars are thick and raised and they remind me of rubber bands.
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Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 12:36 PM UTC
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