by Jessica Holly Roth@gmail.com
This is, and always has been, my mantra, my inner dialogue condensed, my constant yearning. I hate being touched. light touch especially. I always use the analogy 'nails on a chalkboard' but it's more like both hands, all ten fingers, screeching and tearing through your body and mind and ears the worst feeling, the worst sound you have ever experienced. And it's every time you are touched. It can even be yourself. It can even be a shirt.
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