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It's a layer of defense
Soft and Smooth
It crackles , it can breaks if you have a wound.
Hairs stand up when you have chills
Pierces red when you have a sunburn , or when you get mad.
It's a blank canvas to your pen
It's an external organ , it's the glue to your body
You should be comfortable in your own skin
Nobody has the right to take that away from you