Buckets of rain can’t wash it away
Nor soap, nor sponge, nor scrub
Skin rubbed raw but the film won’t dissolve
Worn leather
Conditioned yet tough
Years of suffering in each crack
Part of the hide but foreign all the same
A second skin
Manageable until it reaches inside
When callousness invades the heart
Arsenio Franklin 
That really hits home, I’m sure for alot of people
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