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Bath time

The process has begun
The world seems so still
My limbs have become numb
A cool rush to my lips as the tub begins to fill
Into the mystic, goodbye everyone

My body feels so cold
Needle pricks all around
I'm sorry my body is in your household
The sirens they become a muffled sound
I will always be 26 years old
Written by Whitefeather
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