Pins and needles, ice and fire… tiny insects crawling down and up my skin… a desire to flee myself and all sorts of that is touch and sensation
Pins and needles, ice and fire… tiny insects crawling down and up my skin… a desire to flee myself and all sorts of that is touch and sensation For so long I have been this way as I can remember. We don’t understand why. We can’t inform you of some trauma that is terrible i