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Blind

The dark takes ahold of us all at times. It's something we can't control. My care taker takes me into the wash room. I like to sit in the tub sometimes it's the only other place I'm allowed to be in beside my room because it connected. He takes off my blind fold. I ask him why I'm here. He tells me I must wash and clean myself. It's time to learn why I'm here he tells me. Learn why I'm here I question. He tells me he will be back in an hour and to look nice. I fill the tub up with warm water. I undo the dress and strip down. I step into the tub feeling a sense of comfort. I sit with my knees to my body. I wonder if I just drowned myself would I be better. I start to bathe myself. The stuff I'm given to use smells of the dead flowers. I inhale the smell and it brings me joy. After I bathe myself and clean my still newly cut hair I step out of the tub into the blue bath towel on the floor. I rap a white towel around me. I dry myself and my hair. I walk into my room and see a new white dress. It looks like the one the girl I saw wearing. I dress myself in it. It looks strange on me. My care taker comes in after I dress. He tells me it's time to learn