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I tear apart what I can on the outside because I am helpless on the inside. I tear and tear and tear and pull and pull and pull it's become routine until you see the damage. A spot of nothing. A patch of proof     what insignificant detail     to no avail     the damage is done ignoring the larger matter at hand strand by strand, until i'm surrounded by piles of hair and pieces of my heart I don't even notice it anymore my hand is drawn upwards like a paperclip to a magnet- totally helpless completely thoughtless I grab and pull and yank. until i'm perfect- At least for a moment.. until these insecurities mount again.
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
a trichster's dilemma
I tear apart what I can on the outside because I am helpless on the inside. I tear and tear and tear and pull and pull and pull it's become routine until you see the damage. A spot of nothing. A patch of proof     what insignificant detail     to no avail     the damage is done ignoring the larger matter at hand strand by strand, until i'm surrounded by piles of hair and pieces of my heart I don't even notice it anymore my hand is drawn upwards like a paperclip to a magnet- totally helpless completely thoughtless I grab and pull and yank. until i'm perfect- At least for a moment.. until these insecurities mount again.
trichotillomania, trichster, pulling hair, insecurity, compulsion, pulling, perfect, insignificant, outside, inside, tear apart, strand, defeat
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
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