It itches. Everytime I see you. But I can't get the feeling to go away. I want to tell you what's going on but I know you'll freak out. So instead I'll keep feeling itchy and having the urge to tell you everything. I feel like we've both changed and grown apart and we're both bitter toward eachother. That makes it itchier. Like a thick wool sweater in the middle of a hot summer day. I wish the itching would seize, so I could stop worring about it, all day. Help.
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