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I picked at the scares that itched inside,

With every piece of rotting flesh,

I picked away more and more,

The scratches and burns that formed my past,

With every cut and scar there was,

I picked away to cover up,



The endless pain that crept through me,

Suicidal thoughts itching my mind,

Fearful chills creeping down my back,

With every twisted thought lurking though me,

Picking away at every living cell inside,

I had to escape,

The pain,

The fear,

That overpowered me.