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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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