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Like a flea digging deeperThis urge is overwhelmingI have an itch that I need to scratchMy thoughts are occupied by thisIncessant itch under my skinI cannot concentrate on anything But thisI've tried to let it go awayBut like a sore it never leavesIt only lies in wait to resurfaceIt's just a little itch in the back of my mindGive it time give it time it'll subsideA reoccurring itch in the back of my mindPulling one strand at a timeTrichotillomaniaI'm running it along my lipsAs I ingest my own dead skinOnly upon release will I be soothed I know thatIt's hurting me but it feels so goodWhen I pull it out from the rootYou can't feel pleasure until you feel painLetras de cancionesI can't control my own actionsIt's starting to show on my bare skinBut I never asked for some kind of cure I'm afraidThat if I quit I'll neverFeel this release againSo I continue to embrace my diseaseI feel it againThis burning urgeI'm running out Of hair to pullIt's just a little itch in the back of my mindGive it time give it time it'll subsideA reoccurring itch in the back of my mindPulling one strand at a timeTrichotillomania From Letras Mania