I scratch my neck
the layers peel
I bleed.
that
feels kind of nice
I scratch more
and more
a vigorous itch
my skin is peeling
the blood is pouring
my shirt is stained
a jumper will do
but it bleeds through
I put on some plasters
And call it a day
let's forget about that
okay?
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blood is disgusting
I scratch my neck
the layers peel
I bleed.
that
feels kind of nice
I scratch more
and more
a vigorous itch
my skin is peeling
the blood is pouring
my shirt is stained
a jumper will do
but it bleeds through
I put on some plasters
And call it a day
let's forget about that
okay?