i hate having nails. must cut to bone.
with no one else awake,
with no one else around,
my mind begins to scratch and claw,
if only just to make a sound,
with false light haunting,
a feeling overwhelms me,
Of something else than solitude,
Can’t find anything else to do.
posted by fillshe @ 10:24 AM
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