The annoyance
I pull off the strands of my hair
Off my skin
And such things
They come back
And greater this time
And have conquered my mind
For I don’t know the answer
To the great horrifying riddle
But a doctor’s help.
I pull off the strands of my hair
Off my skin
And such things
They come back
And greater this time
And have conquered my mind
For I don’t know the answer
To the great horrifying riddle
But a doctor’s help.
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