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Exposure therapy
nausea inside of me
the illness moves up my disgusting self
defying gravity,
kind of like an excorcism.
The demons laugh in my reflection.
Desensitization.
Habituation.
It's all the same.
Repitition.
I pick at the wounds.
They get on to me, "it will grow on you."
Like a bullet forever becoming a part of your body.
"Sometimes I find it against nature," I tell them,
"letting wounds heal..."
- by glitter - junkie |
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- | Submitted on 01/24/2010 |
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- Title: wounds.
- Artist: glitter - junkie
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- Date: 01/24/2010
- Tags: wounds
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