I rub my skin
but the itch,
it's too deep.Too deep
to reach,
I rub to
allow
some
thing
out.Not blood,
not bone,
when
will
my
skin
feel
like
home?-HIRAYA.
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I rub my skin
but the itch,
it's too deep.Too deep
to reach,
I rub to
allow
some
thing
out.Not blood,
not bone,
when
will
my
skin
feel
like
home?-HIRAYA.