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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
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
Published 8th Apr 2020
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10th May 2020 8:25am
Great title. The details work very well in depicting the depth of a hurt unable to be washed away. Good work !
