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It isn’t real. I know it isn’t real. He even told me it isn’t real. I try to ignore it, ignore the feeling of something skittering across every inch of my skin. Eventually it’s too much though. I claw at my skin and the pain drowns the feeling, so I claw and I claw and as the lights begin to fade I think “At least I let the spiders out…”