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Chronic wasting disease

I work in an animal shelter now
Every morning i bathe in bleach when i clean kennels
When i shower, steam rises out of the curtain and its laced with chemicals as they rinse off my hair
And yet still, i will always feel dirty remembering what i let myself do with you

Write that into a fucking song
Written by lonelove
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