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There is filth on my hands. no manner of scrubbing or washing will cleanse me of this disgusting greasy filth. The more I scrub the further this unclean taint spreads infecting every inch of my skin leaving me disgusting festering pile of shit smelling scum. I claw at my skin ripping and tearing the flesh only to see the wretched refuse spread deeper tainting me to the core.

I see filth before my eyes. I close them to hide the image only to see it played out on the back of my eyelids like a horrid film looping eternally. Theres no escape from these repulsive images. They burn into my retinas, scarring my mind leaving me helpless and hopeless.

I hear filth in my ears. Always chattering just beyond my range of comprehension. Always whispering blasphemous obscenities driving me mad. I claw at my ears till they bleed but to no avail. Even through the pain and the bleeding I can hear their soft voices ever insistent.

I smell the filth in my nose. Its the stench of decay, rotting flesh endlessly. Its abject offal releases vapors that sear upon my nostrils burning me like acid. I feel its agonizing traces with every forced breath leaving me nauseous.

What hope is there when the very environment you live in is a detriment to your health and sanity? The filth walking around me are oblivious to their own offensiveness. They seem to take no notice of me. Am I invisible to them? I will get their attention somehow. I will show them how revolting they truly are. Make them vomit at their own sights. Suffer as I have suffered. I despise you all.