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your skin renews every seven years did you know?

like a subscription you didnt sign for, did you know,

its been seven years your skin is different now, dont you know?

so why does my skin crawl like my flesh is trying to escape my bones.

its time to move on you pitied soul dont you know?

you had the privilledge of pity already, its time to let go.

while his claws hook your skin,

while your body begs to be thin,

while you think of all the ways you can burn your skin.

this story is getting old you already know,

yet the dreams devour my sanity each time they take hold.

my screams scrape my skull as no sound dares leave my lips.

bound to my bed but torn from slumbers tender kiss.

my skin crawls while the bile rises, froze in place i pray its end.

its been seven years my brain whispers.. my mind just warps and bends.

silly child stuck in her self made prison they whisper,

words dissipating while my mind slowly withers.