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gunk on my sink
on my mirror
on my body
on my phone
in my throat
I haven't cleaned my sink in months.
The drain's fucked.
My hair's clogged it right up.
I could get the glass cleaner.
But what's the point?
This bathroom is mine and mine alone.
I make my mark with dirt.
It reminds me that I'm here.
in my bathtub
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