There’s a scratch on my arm

There’s a scratch on my arm right where I used to cut myself

It stings and reminds me what it used to feel like after I’d done it

It stings and I keep thinking about how it felt after I’d done it

I reminds me to remember to never do it again

Even though it’s a feeling that reminds me I’m alive

That sting means I’m alive

If it hurts that means I’m alive

Which means I have a body

Which means I have an arm

And it stings

And that means I’m alive

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