flicker
Ragged are the torn ends of my sleeves. They're torn from the constant ripping and tearing that my fingers do. Nervousness, rip and tear. Fear, rip them ragged. I can't stop, its the only thing that soothes my nerves and my soul. I rip them until they become a mangled mess, never to become whole again. Then I start again, rip and tear, gnaw and slice.
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