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May 2014
Freedom is being able to use my razor.
Freedom is being able to use my razor.

To glide it without caution against my skin; with no interruptions from noisy roommates.
To glide it without caution against my skin; with no interruptions from noisy roommates.

In the warmth of these curtains I am safe.
In the warmth of these curtains I am safe.

I let the warmth soak me in the droplets caressing my skin, washing away the dirt.
I let the warmth soak me in the droplets caressing my skin, washing away the dirt.

I lather myself in the memories of the day as I unwind, the tension fades.
I lather myself in the memories of the day as I unwind, the tension fades.

A smile comes to my lips as I step out of my night time ritual; Showering.
I smile comes to my lips as I step out of my night time ritual; Cutting.

**Freedom is being able to use my razor.
Tiffany M Lundrigan
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Tiffany M Lundrigan  Ontario
(Ontario)   
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