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Jan 21
im certain my fingertips will form blisters
when they touch my neglected journal
as they are already burning now
with every tap of this keyboard

because theyre sick of the mud

theyre sick of of pouring water over my dirt
theyre sick of rinsing and washing and scrubbing
while it relentlessly sticks to my hands

its just not going to wash away
so why would i burn when
i can just let it stay.

what's so wrong with a rock and a hard place
when i can just make a pathetic home right there
Written by
efni  F
     Eloisa, irinia, Irem and Salmabanu Hatim
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