The Water Come Drown Me, I'm Done.
The water reaches nearly to the brim and I let My body sink deep, deep in.
I scrub and scrub.
Away washes His dirty, smokey hands. His Memory, the thought of being His girl.
And away goes the feel of Tight Hugs and Sore Hands.
My Skin is Clean and I don't want Either of You to Ruin Me Again.
Please don't do it.
But We can still Be. Even though the Waters Gone.
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