Every day, every touch I clean and clean once more. From a simple spray to a full wash, I must stop this silent war. Step by step, follow the rules, 20 seconds or happy songs. I rinse and scrub my hands ’till done And now it isn’t so long. Time after time...
The mask is my shield, It’s a part of me. It clogs me up, And leaves my eyes to see. I despise wearing it, Although it’s a need. I must move on, Even if I want to recede. It is my protection, It helps me greatly I’m still thankful This is the way...
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