Since I can't find the nail clippers the dirt and microscopic bugs have gathered under my nails I am afraid to scratch my face in fear of infecting my skin with a flesh eating disease The soap cannot reach of course and so everything I touch I think of the bacteria that will crawl under my nails I would bite them off but that would defy my whole point of needing the nail clippers.
Reason for writing:
a situation that if using symbolism, you can see how it can relate to someones life, in this case, mine.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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