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Personal Hygiene

Personal Hygiene

I bathe in pain and trauma.
I wash my hair in contaminated waters.
I scrub my body with guilt and regret.
My towel can not dry what my soul has soaked up.
That is why I am never clean.

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Marion

VERY nice write my friend ?

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Being Me

???  excellent writing, Brodie. I agree with Dblankportrait..."this hits like a brick."  x

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Angel

Excellent  poetry angel

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