Trapped.

I hate my body. Hate the skin I’m in. I want to be like those snakes on the Discovery channel. Able to shed away impurities. Crawl out of themselves. A fresh start. I keep slitting my wrists hoping to escape. I realize now that’s not possible. I’m trapped.

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