The Soul
Empty the bottle and you'll see just how poisonous it has become
It's long past it's expiration date
Yet we still pretend it is healthy
As we look at the bottle we see the difference between the outside and the inside
On the outside it could be picture perfect depending on the wrapper, on the inside its dank and horrid
Trying to clean it is nearly impossible because it has accumulated years of filth and decay
Looking at the horrid goo shows you how much dirt I had and how little I tried to clean it
An interesting specimen the soul is
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