BOYYy

Was a boy when I scraped my knee
Running
Thick scab came after the blood
Like rebuilding a village after the flood
Picked the scab it felt so good
Until it didn’t
Then more blood
Got good at it though
Picking scabs that is
Knew when and where to start a pick
What color made it that time
They say not to do it or it might scar
But when I look at my knees now
Scars really aren’t there
It’d be fun to pick scabs again
But I’d hate to scrape my knee

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