In 10,9, 8,7…


As I pick, I tell myself stop picking my face. Of course, I will always do this as I self destruct. I pick my neck, behind my left ear. I am picking it as I type with index. I pick my shoulders, anywhere I can reach and I pick. Mostly upper body ends at heart line. I pick and self-destruct.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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