The itches come day by day, still I am fooled by the nightly twitches, my body cringes- I am nothing more than a skin missing my mechanics!
Charity won't touch me for I have nothing to brag about, or home to hold a family party- and if something is happening here I wouldn't ever know. My holly jolly life is breaking a vessel on my forehead.
Stressed Out.
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