"Because, like a child picking at a scab, no matter how much you know it'll make everything that much worse and sore, and there'll be blood everywhere and you'll think at the end of it 'why did I do that?' - no matter all that, you still continue because, like the child, you just have to do it. It's a primal urge, one that'll be in the human race forever. And, like the child and his scab, you'll secretly be pleased and proud that you - you, all on your lonesome - did it. It's an accomplishment, and you recognise that, even if nobody else does." The Canister-Boy is running fast as hell - but something's catching up...All Rights Reserved
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