First the palm, he loved it there. It was such a sensation. Deep inside, he feared it would end him someday. The touch would be gone and so would the sensation. It would be numb. But he let it grow. The whole hand felt the same. Wasnt it good? White, his hand seemed strange. He loved the sensation. It was a disease, he knew. But then he was enjoying it. That day, while taking bath, he realised that it was there to stay. Scared he jumped around trying to get rid of it completely. Most of it was gone. Just a bit remained on the palms. He was happy. He enjoyed the sensation. He could not get rid of it completely but was happy that he subdued it completely. Just that a thin layer of the skin went with it together.A skin disease. Was it?
A few days, the white marks grew again. He wanted that sensation back again! He let it grow a bit. Again one day he was at it. trying to remove it completely. Some of the skin went with it. Again what remained was in the palm. He just had to close his fist to get rid of it completely. He thought of that sensation again. Didnt he love it? He couldnt kill the sensation. Something did not let him.
Days passed, the scar grew again. He did not know what to call it. It was a skin disease he thought. A beautiful one. This time, he was caught up in a lot of weird stuff. The scar reached his neck! He realized but knew he could get rid of it as he did the last couple of times. It was just that he had to do it once. A few days later, he decided to remove it. This time, it was more difficult but then he managed. Managed to remove it completely. Even from his palm. He could not react. He looked at his palm, touched it and felt that it was gone! He was happy that it was gone, but that sensation had too!
A couple of days later, he saw the white scar on his forehead! He looked at the mirror again. The scar now grew from inside his head! He shook in fear. There was no way the scar could now go! It was a part of him. He could only hide it by removing it each day from him forehead. But the scar was deep inside him. To end it completely was no longer as easy as closing his fist! He had to get rid of himself this time! It was a part of him.
He did not care. He loved the sensation. He would not kill either his self or his own self! He could not. He closed his eyes and let all senses enjoy the sensation.
A few days, the white marks grew again. He wanted that sensation back again! He let it grow a bit. Again one day he was at it. trying to remove it completely. Some of the skin went with it. Again what remained was in the palm. He just had to close his fist to get rid of it completely. He thought of that sensation again. Didnt he love it? He couldnt kill the sensation. Something did not let him.
Days passed, the scar grew again. He did not know what to call it. It was a skin disease he thought. A beautiful one. This time, he was caught up in a lot of weird stuff. The scar reached his neck! He realized but knew he could get rid of it as he did the last couple of times. It was just that he had to do it once. A few days later, he decided to remove it. This time, it was more difficult but then he managed. Managed to remove it completely. Even from his palm. He could not react. He looked at his palm, touched it and felt that it was gone! He was happy that it was gone, but that sensation had too!
A couple of days later, he saw the white scar on his forehead! He looked at the mirror again. The scar now grew from inside his head! He shook in fear. There was no way the scar could now go! It was a part of him. He could only hide it by removing it each day from him forehead. But the scar was deep inside him. To end it completely was no longer as easy as closing his fist! He had to get rid of himself this time! It was a part of him.
He did not care. He loved the sensation. He would not kill either his self or his own self! He could not. He closed his eyes and let all senses enjoy the sensation.
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