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My neck is sore, My feet aches, My head pounds, But my body moves, Circle,      Jump,           Pace, A need to touch and be touched. Music unfiltered gyrations: Flapping,        Squeezing,                      Wandering fingers Hands grabbing onto thin air. I need to move. I need to feel. Slap,       punch,           pull, My skin is turning red. I need to move, I need to feel. Spastic convulsion. These are the moments I feel crazy. My neck is sore, My feet aches, My head pounds. I need to move. I need to feel. I want to stop.
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Jul 27, 2024
Jul 27, 2024 at 1:17 PM UTC
Spastic
My neck is sore, My feet aches, My head pounds, But my body moves, Circle,      Jump,           Pace, A need to touch and be touched. Music unfiltered gyrations: Flapping,        Squeezing,                      Wandering fingers Hands grabbing onto thin air. I need to move. I need to feel. Slap,       punch,           pull, My skin is turning red. I need to move, I need to feel. Spastic convulsion. These are the moments I feel crazy. My neck is sore, My feet aches, My head pounds. I need to move. I need to feel. I want to stop.
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Herstaria
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Jul 27, 2024
Jul 27, 2024 at 1:17 PM UTC
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