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I am over and over
I reoccur.
my wounds have their own scars
my tattoos have stories.
I cannot speak
I only repeat.
until the thin skin that protects me
haunts me. That itch never goes.
it's here and here and here.
it hurts.
over and over. And I scratch.
and the itch remains.
and I start over.
again. I reoccur.
always.
and over and over and forever.