Toothpaste

Every night you brush away the words left behind. The constant drowning thoughts in my head and I washed down the drain. Each bristle getting in between every single tooth where the remnants of the food try to hold on. you were given to me after all of my dentist appointments. They want me to use you so that I am healthy, but I use you so my words do not decay. The more I use you, the more you start to deteriorate. You end up in the trash can with all the words I never said.

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