I got my thumbs cut off to lessen the pain anxiety caused because I pick at them til it bleeds.
That feels ludicrous for me to say because anxiety still exists inside me, so I found a replacement:
I bite my nails til it reaches my cuticles, so I go to the salon and get nail extensions.
When the cure is endowed, a build-up of vexation explodes rampantly from my inability to play the guitar.
I rip off those $80 extensions, leaving my eight nails bleeding ketchup, soaking up tampons faster than my menstrual cycle.
I cannot control myself.

- e

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