I have to wash you out of my hair

1/22/2014

As I lie down, I try and forget the inevitable, I try to look as happy as I can, I try to be the perfect girl he thinks I am, all to make him happy. I try to forget that tomorrow I will have to wash him out of my hair, I will have to squeeze him out of my bones, I will have to scrub him out of my skin–over and over again.

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