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Dec 2016
When it is the
end of the day
and the shower
feels
colder than
the morning,
and my toes are
gripping the textured
tub and
I'm holding on fear
for the
falling

I close my eyes and
hope to feel the
steam envelop
me,
but standing in
a house
alone just
feels like
misery.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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