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| | Pricking of my Thumbs |
 | | When I was thirteen, and had my first period, and no one was around to help me, no one had time to show or tell me what to do, or what to expect, I "graduated" to picking. |
 | | My mother completely overlooked me, my father had been gone for years, I didn't really exist for my sister, and my little brothers were at the stage in life where all things female, except for mothers and puppies, are universally reviled. |
 | | My lips and cheeks and tongue were continually sore and swollen from the little bites I would inflict on them in my attempts to soothe myself, I wasn't sleeping, I was eating constantly, and at times, I couldn't make myself get out of bed, or leave the chair, or respond to anything. |
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