Fri, 06/22/2018 - 16:19 -- may_be

its like an old sweater in my head,

one thought that i cant let go of so i keep pulling at it like a loose thread until the sweater of my mind unravels.

the same thing is true for when i have scabs on my arms from scratching bug bites until they bleed and then i cant stop pulling the healing skin away. 

i will bleed through the sleeves of my old sweaters because i cant leave anything alone.




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