The warm water reminds me of compliments telling me I'm beautiful, no matter how much I retort.
The warm water bouncing off my body and cascades down the walls keeps me calm for some reason.
The empty bathroom with nothing but me and the deafening music I use to drown out everything In my head. All aspects of what's happy or sad disintegrate when I start the downpour.
All I hear is what I play.
All I feel is warmth.
All I see are the shower walls from the bottom of the tub's view.
But I always remember I have to get out, no matter how much I want to stay.
I always remember, it's not fun when the water runs cold.
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This has a personal meaning to me so it's one of my favorites
Enjoy!
Byye! ^_^
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