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Dec 2018
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.
About missing her, so nothing new there.
Jack Shannon
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Jack Shannon  21/M
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