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I don't carve letters I rip the skin, peel again and again until I bleed. Sticky red water drops form mini scabs self-inflicted little wounds each finger only fingers more and more. Skin heals quickly noticeable growth in nail bed, but again and again I tear pull yank back my own flesh and side of nails more than ever yet on the rare occasion when they are painted I leave them alone. Dry skin calls out little flaps easy to grab harder to stop refrain mame. It can be excitement under the table at a restaurant as a friend is sharing stories emotions and I return tales time time time to be energetic or to be the way I am supposed to be or am. At least three fingers on each hand are blackboards of naked words you can't see the sentence says I am on edge I like to hurt the first peel feels gooood exhilarating necessary little to no damage done Then a bit more then who the fuck cares I do. Lotion and soften filing the nails and rest...