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Your hands are clean You’ve washed them well From the family you kept In a private hell. But the emptiness remains A mark of your disguise A father who’s built on two things Control and lies
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Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 8:27 PM UTC
Wash Your Hands
Your hands are clean You’ve washed them well From the family you kept In a private hell. But the emptiness remains A mark of your disguise A father who’s built on two things Control and lies
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Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 8:27 PM UTC
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