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Detox

water, cold and crystal how much until I feel clean? Refill, refill, and still I see the hurt the pain and the mistakes are not fading shower after shower the stream has long gone cold skin red and raw, tropical scent is overwhelming but the anguish is still beating or is that my heart? are they one and the same? will I ever be me again? Can I be refreshed, rejuvenated, reborn? I gave trust away to a monster who abused it Who used me and broke me, I should have known better. And now it's over, but still I am covered in the dirt of shame in the grime of fear and anxiety in the mess that he left of me. I need to detox, but how? Can a nightmare be cleansed away? Will I ever be clean again?
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alyssa-christine
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Nov 13, 2012
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