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Pruritus
Oh! intolerably sweet
pruritus!
Why doth thou trouble
me thus!
I recall when thou were
but a little itch!
And to scratch was a
pleasure! which...
I enjoyed and ignored and
allowed it to grow!
Now thou have grown into
a demon so!
Always sitting on my neck
and dictating!
Where I should scratch, it's
so frustrating!
I tried many lotions to get
rid of thee!
But now it seems thou art
a part of me!
And though thou shame
me!
I cannot live without
thee!
pruritus!
Why doth thou trouble
me thus!
I recall when thou were
but a little itch!
And to scratch was a
pleasure! which...
I enjoyed and ignored and
allowed it to grow!
Now thou have grown into
a demon so!
Always sitting on my neck
and dictating!
Where I should scratch, it's
so frustrating!
I tried many lotions to get
rid of thee!
But now it seems thou art
a part of me!
And though thou shame
me!
I cannot live without
thee!
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