They say it's a sign of insecurity, biting your lips. I do that.
The last time my lips bled, was the first time I moved away from home
to here.
They bled and bled.
Mellow salt-tinged metal taste taking the edge off the fear.
Now, I don't know why,
they're bleeding again.
Funny.
This time the blood didn't go unnoticed.
The last time, no one even looked.
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