Itch

Something always itches. When I walk. Itch. When I talk. Itch. I scratch, and I can breathe again. When I'm cold. Itch. When I'm hot. Itch. I scratch, and I can breathe again. If I'm at home. Itch. If I'm away. Itch. I scratch, and I can breathe again. When I smoke. Itch. When I don't. Itch. I scratch, and I can breathe again. I can laugh. Itch. I can cry. Itch. I scratch, and I can breathe again. You scratch, and I feel like I'll never itch again. You scratch, and I feel like I'll never breathe again. You scratch, and everything stops.

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