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Sep 2012
The first step is just that.
A step.
One foot in front of the other.
Over the first small barricade.
Turn.
Look up.
Wait.
But not too long.
You can do it.
Test the water.
The timing's right so embrace it.
Let it pour over you.
Washing away the light coating of grime.
Cleaning the small cuts left visible on your skin.
It takes away some of the sting.
Submerge your head in the stream.
Scrub out the trace off fingers running through your hair.
Rinse. Lather. Repeat.
Repeat until you're clean of all his dirt.
Wash the linger of lips of your cheek.
Shave off those feelings until you're smooth again.
Watch it slip down the drain.
Your clean and presentable.
There. That wasn't so bad.
Didn't take as long as you thought.
Get out and dry off.
Now face the present.
Selena Grace
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Selena Grace
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   Paloma
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