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I want to rip off my skin, pull up my guts, take out my bones and clean them until they shine. I want to truly feel clean again. I want to wash my muscle tissue in cold water. I want to take out my teeth and wash out my gums with bleach. I want to take out my eyes and scrub my sockets. I sit on the sink, looking at myself, picking me apart. I want to rip out my nails and chew my fingers to nubs. Id like to tear my veins out with my teeth and peel back my skin. I want to take up my brain and pick it apart, Maybe I'll finally find out what's wrong with me.

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