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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