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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.
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Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 2:37 PM UTC
The Itch.
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.
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Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 2:37 PM UTC
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