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It's one of those night again.

When you're in the shower.

You're sitting on the floor of the tub as the slight cold warm water is pouring down on you.

It's one of those nights when you sit and wonder.

You sit and wonder what it would be like in the tub was filled.

And you would be painting scarlet swirls again.

But this time with a little too much push to your "brush"

And you think, oh no, my canvas broke because i pushed too hard.

But it was so beautiful.

How the "paint" dripped ever so much.

You think about what it would be like.

But you're torn because you'd feel too guilty as to your parents finding their little girl in a tub after her last breath flew away.

It gets really hard thinking about it.

So you just sit on tub floor.

The water pouring down on you.

Reminding you that you're alive.

You are alive.

Be strong.

                             I.R.G.
         1/15/16