the bathtub

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i remember, sitting in the bath tub.
naked.
cold.
hunched over.
the water with a few bubbles left in it.
my arms were wrapped around my shoulders.
the tips of my hair were wet.
my skin was pale and had a purple tint.
i watched it go down the drain.
i watched as the water and the moon went down the drain.
then i laid back.
and saw stars.
and as i sat there.
naked.
cold.
with no water left in the tub.
i ached.
because it was too dark to get out of the tub.

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