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Oct 2020
The hot water hits my head, and flows down my face.
I like to boil, the red skin of my neck reflects this.
I feel the steam rise from my shoulders, and my throat leaves out an involuntary gasp of relief.
Soon my mind takes me to better places, deep space and the Great Barrier Reef.
The hot water always cools, often leaving me in a state of disbelief.
And like a bubble, my ideal reality bursts leaving me to bath in my own silence which invades my ears like a siren.
Written by
ChrisG  22/M/Ireland
(22/M/Ireland)   
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