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The Itch is burning,
Crying out all night
And all day. Begging me
'Just one more time,
Just once more.'

The Itch is a lie
That I want to believe.
The Urge to give in
Is a lot stronger, than
My will to stay strong.

'Break it, cut it, open it,
It won't hurt. I won't let it.
It won't be like last time,
I promise.'

The Cry inside my head
Tells me to believe
The Itch. To follow
With out question, just to
Obey it.

The Cry won't stop
No matter what I do
To make it quit. It tugs
At my mind begging
'Just once?'

I plead 'just stop!'
But it goes on and on
An endless war with only
Myself to fight against.
Never winning.

The Itch cannot be pleased
With a fingernail scratch on
Squirming skin. It lies below,
Inside my arm, inside my bone.
'I know you miss me'.

I don't want to give in
To The Itch. I fought my
Way out, once long ago.
To go back now, would be like
Giving up.

Saying that I really wasn't
Good enough. That everything they
Said about me was true.
But no matter how bad
It gets,

I. Will. Never. Let. them. Be. Right.