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Peeling back all its efforts

wincing from the pain

licking up hot warm juices

picking at remains

copper taste on my tounge

that one my buds crave

watching all the akward stares towards the fading stains

habitual mutilation

its a hobby

not addiction

i want to have that release of endorphins

but could do without the conviction

you dont know me

so you dont get to judge

you only pay enough attention to ignore me

so you dont get to nudge

i wont let my foot fall off your path

to pleate the swaying grass 

of my trails untaken

for so long

its seems that when i take them

it always goes wrong

its how i cope

with the bad festering inside

so to avoid my little mishaps

i keep my lips chapped

and walk along behind

picking at my hide