talk of trichotillomania "why don't you just stop?" they say it's like my hands have a mind of they're own i pick and i pull because i simply cannot stop as the huge bald spots begin to form my hands will not stop my mind is racing my hands are shaking because my mind has tricked me into thinking i only have a certain amount of time to find the right strand of hair with the right texture or else my life will end. is what it seems like.
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