picking

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Warning:Tearing skin(paint) and blood (oil)
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Suns sitting in his room terrified to sleep...he picks at his hand and arm not noticing it's ripping off his paint to a point it's noticeable...its concerning but he's alone and no one is stopping him...

Sun picks and picks and picks and picks...

He doesn't notice until he feels notices that there isn't paint and looks down frowning

"Great" he sighs

He picked and picked and picked knowing he'll need to be repainted tomorrow...but he'll continue to pick and pick and pick.

End.

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