Scrubbing my body free from hazedous crime.
The work of a day upon me. Crying in the shower, holding the laver.
Scrubbing from head to toe, trying to renew yourself, to make the pain go away.
Thinking only of you, as I hit the floor, crying sobbing, unable to endure, these countless days without you here. I wish you could hear my scream, my silent stream of tears.
All I want is for you to hold me, to return to me everyday.
I dont care what women you see in between so long as you at the end.
So long as you return to me.
So long as you return to me.
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