Filth
I never feel clean. No matter how hygenic I may be. even if I take two showers a day
The feeling never goes away
It's a feeling inside
like I'm being drowned in muddy water
and I can't be saved
It's a constant feeling of sorrow
pain
You can't wash away your brain
So I guess I'll just have to deal with it
maybe someday it will go away
for now im living in filth
Dying in filth
On the rare occasion
I'm thriving
in filth
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