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Stay in the shower as long as you want. Turn the water as hot as you need. Rub down your body, each crevasse and limb. keep on scrubbing until you bleed. You won't get the dirt off. It's inside. Strip off your skin and claw out your flesh. Expose your hidden self underneath. Run the water over 'till your muscles are sore. Keep on scrubbing. You won't find relief. You still won't get the dirt off. It crawls in your blood. Pull out your veins. Drain out the tubes. Let it run dry so you get it all out. Fill up the tub. You're sure to win now. But you still haven't realized what this is about. You won't get the dirt out. It's inside your head. Cut open your skull. Pull out your brain. Amputate every ill-found regret. Pick open each lobe. Each neuron until You're sure that it's over, you'll finally forget. But you'll never get the dirt out. You're already dead.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
You Won't Get the Dirt Off
Stay in the shower as long as you want. Turn the water as hot as you need. Rub down your body, each crevasse and limb. keep on scrubbing until you bleed. You won't get the dirt off. It's inside. Strip off your skin and claw out your flesh. Expose your hidden self underneath. Run the water over 'till your muscles are sore. Keep on scrubbing. You won't find relief. You still won't get the dirt off. It crawls in your blood. Pull out your veins. Drain out the tubes. Let it run dry so you get it all out. Fill up the tub. You're sure to win now. But you still haven't realized what this is about. You won't get the dirt out. It's inside your head. Cut open your skull. Pull out your brain. Amputate every ill-found regret. Pick open each lobe. Each neuron until You're sure that it's over, you'll finally forget. But you'll never get the dirt out. You're already dead.
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 11:52 AM UTC
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