March 27

Torn Apart

Right Brain


I don’t know when I started biting my nails. But by the time I was in the first grade, I couldn’t stop. My teeth serrated the edges of my fingernails, ripping away the half moons of new growth, leaving the tips of my nail beds, at times, exposed and tender…

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