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I get excited when I see a cut start to heal The old skin gets flaky and just falls off and you can see the progress your body made in healing itself The layers of your wound start to change Cells divide, span together and form sheets of new, tiny, improved parts They get stronger It is evidence my body is efficient, fighting infection and protecting itself Sometimes I’ll try and pick away at the healing skin To see how quickly I’m improving I peel and pick and scratch to find the new skin underneath The new me The better me But when I peel and pick and scratch to find the new skin underneath I make a new wound.
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 12:53 AM UTC
Picking at Scabs
I get excited when I see a cut start to heal The old skin gets flaky and just falls off and you can see the progress your body made in healing itself The layers of your wound start to change Cells divide, span together and form sheets of new, tiny, improved parts They get stronger It is evidence my body is efficient, fighting infection and protecting itself Sometimes I’ll try and pick away at the healing skin To see how quickly I’m improving I peel and pick and scratch to find the new skin underneath The new me The better me But when I peel and pick and scratch to find the new skin underneath I make a new wound.
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 12:53 AM UTC
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