Itch

sesungguhnya realiti itu tidak indah;

i find myself picking at my face.
running my fingers through my hair, and pulling out dead skin cells attached to my scalp.



i could do this for hours without noticing.
even when i decide to concentrate on doing something else.



but i won't be able to concentrate.
just as how crappy this post s turning out to be.
because i'm doing it right now.


because i have this itch in my heart.
and the only way to ignore it.

is to pick on my face. 

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