the split second
sometimes I can feel your skin on me
my breath deepens
quickens
sometimes that second kills more of me
breaks me
sometimes I wonder if the layer of disgust or fear will disappear
or I will be normal again
there's always a thought that i will always jump to loud sounds, or scream when someone touches me
that's the worst part
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