Crawling in my skin.

My skin is too thick. My skin is too thin. 

To robust to break out of. To fragile to protect me. To tight to harbor my feelings. To elastic to break free.

I crawl, but my skin is forever expanding, yet it consumes me with a firming grip at all the wrong times. 

It is the voice without words and I am desperately trying to listen. 

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