Itch

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I wanted to scratch so bad.

My claws though.

My pride and joy. They have been manipulated.

Their sleek blackness now shone, not with the blood of my victims.

No.

They shone with fucking acrylic!

They were now blunted, curved and thick. My neck was itching like hell and I could no give it the satisfaction of what it needs.

I start at my friend who was having their nails done.

"You're seriously telling me, Dark comes here very week?" "I couldn't believe it.

"Yeah, it's quite therapeutic." They reply picking out a pattern. "Beside yours needed a bit of maintenance."

I tried scratching my neck again. Futile once more. Only dull and thick.

The fuck!

"If we ever do this again, I swear to god, that you will not live long enough to see your grandkids."


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Sorry for the short but-

The next time I ever go to a nail salon and get a manicure is when I'm in another life.

These things are so irritating I don't know how you deal with them!!!
The glue is  sticking under my nails and It's not getting any better!! (The pattern, I will admit though, is pretty cool)

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