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on the surface

January 19, 2019
By Anonymous

I scrub my face, it doesn’t fade

I sit in the shower for hours

Boiling water melting my skin

It can’t be washed away

My soul’s numbed

My heart’s aching

The lump in my throat

And the smile painted on my face



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