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Red on my finger tips Stemming from my lips As I pick and pull Till my urge is full Till there is nothing there It is left bare Only pain And blood that slowly drains
Red on my finger tips Stemming from my lips As I pick and pull Till my urge is full Till there is no...
Poem about my lip biting habit
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