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I can't control myself. Every scab must be picked, every bump must be squeezed and every other thing under the skin must be gone, stratched, gone, even to the point of bleeding and cutting and pain till it's all gone.

My rational side of my brain says this is outrageously not good. But my irrational side of my brain overwhelms me till I can't do anything but pick at it. The urge is too great.

What have I become? Do you feel the same at times?