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Mar 2020
You ever sit?
You have that itch?
So you scratch.
Scratch.
Scratch that ******* itch.
It just won't go away.
It keeps gnawing away.
At your neck.
Down your spine.
Down your arms.
Your ******* face.
That ******* itch.
And you scratch.
You just keep scratching.
It just keeps itching.
Then.
You realize.
You.
You are the itch.
The itch you can't scratch.
Anonymess
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