Poem - 06 March 2020, 09:15 Personal Hygiene Brodie Webb 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. Like 3 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 740 Rating: Total votes: 4 Tags: Anxiety Battle Depression Fragile Heartache Poetry Genre: Drama Freestyle Listed in: Contest Entries 6 comments
Being Me06 March 2020, 10:41 ??? excellent writing, Brodie. I agree with Dblankportrait..."this hits like a brick." x Reply
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VERY nice write my friend ?
Thank you!xÂ
??? excellent writing, Brodie. I agree with Dblankportrait..."this hits like a brick." x
Thank you very much!x
Excellent poetry angel
It, is important. " NO SHIT ! "Â :) :)