Applying the back of my hand to the lip on which an open wound formed, I began to nourish my skin with slow massage movements, rubbing fresh blood into the epidermis.
I take little care of myself. I keep myself in an invisible chain. Why is this haunting me.
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Bleeding lip and feeling of loneliness
Applying the back of my hand to the lip on which an open wound formed, I began to nourish my skin with slow massage movements, rubbing fresh blood into the epidermis.
I take little care of myself. I keep myself in an invisible chain. Why is this haunting me.