Twiddling with my pencil tip
Deciding which words do I keep?
When I felt something; a tick
Felt pain and blood started to drip
Put my thumb on my lips
Caressing with my tongue tips
Gently sucking to ease the pain
Sense the angst but smile in vain
Lead still beneath the skin
Throbbing; hurting within
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