Your secret
gnaws at you
picking the scab
as it festers
underneath
pick
pick
pick
relentlessly
stripping away
defenses
one pick
at a time
until
your secret
becomes
your deformity
exposed
naked
causing you
to keep on
picking
What will you do
when there is nothing
left to pick at?
Birth sign: Scorpio
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