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I Beg You Go Away My Itchy Allergy

You’re hampering my energy, I’m making dough, you see.

( The Author’s personal struggle with Nummular Eczema)

Oh, what should I do then? How do I suppress thee? This unending feat you cannot see.

Now I feel you still oftentimes you’re here sometimes you’re not But what I know is that;

When I get much stressed over something, You unconsciously give me the bumps.

I don't like you being here; because the more you are with me;

I couldn’t stop itching, get on scratching, Hell yeah! But it feels so good, to keep on scraping as I could.

But after this now what? You leave me an unhealed spot.

An ooze of clear fluid starts often becomes dry, and so crusty at that! painful and burning;

Now I can’t stop ouch-ing, and ick-ing, and yuck-ing, forgive me I regret my poking.

Oh God of healing, please give me a drop of cure; for this lifelong curse, The day is finally ending, I got to keep myself running.

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