In the shower I can be myself. I cry in the shower because my tears mix with the drops of water trickling down my face. I can sing as loud as I want in the shower, because no one could hear me. I can think about my past, and try to think of ways to make my present and future better. I have time to think, time to breathe, and time to decide when to get out and feel the rush of cold air that will stick to my body. But as soon as I get out of my shower and walk out that bathroom door, I rejoin my favorite game: Reality.
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