Geranium hand soap


There is something about the smell 
Of Geranium hand soap
it takes me to another demension 
Or maybe it just takes me somewhere in my past
Maybe at that time I just used  it often
Or maybe it has a deeper meaning in my story 
I don't know
But there is something about t that makes me
Feel
Like maybe I will be ok
It seems impossible
But it is like all my memories
Are rapped up in the hand soap
Like this geramium soap is my story
My past
My present
My future
I might one day think it silly to be this 
Attached 
to this soap
But probably not
Because something about the aroma
of this geranium hand soap
makes me want to 
Try
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queenlalaladaisy

VT

15 years old

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