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The smell sets into your skin while waiting for the doctor while waiting by the phone while waiting for things that don't happen anymore. You try to scrub it off. Instead, you scrub off your skin and find the smell settled into your soul. Now you are left skinless asking How do I scrub my soul?
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
Soul Smell
The smell sets into your skin while waiting for the doctor while waiting by the phone while waiting for things that don't happen anymore. You try to scrub it off. Instead, you scrub off your skin and find the smell settled into your soul. Now you are left skinless asking How do I scrub my soul?
ann-beaver
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Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
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