Scrubbing scrubbing
All until my skin is red
It hurts until it numbs
Must keep scrubbing
Wash away his touch
It seeps into my skin
His touch to my bones
I cannot clean my bones
Yet I continue to scrub
Hoping it will go away.
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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