Liquid glides down her pale, smooth skin.
Nothing else matters but the liquid and it's cleansing powers.
For a moment, she is utterly perfect, nothing can hurt her.
She draws energy and strength for her day.
She leans into the spray as a lover leans in to kiss the loved.
Satisfied that she has fulfilled her need, she let's the tears fall.
No one can judge her here, no one can hear.
If she screams, they might listen.
But she can be selfish,
she can release everything into this liquid.
She can purge and think.
Nothing negative can come from this,
so release the evil.
Pale skinned girl, release the evil and let yourself be consumed by beauty.
No dirt,
no hurt,
no self condemnation.
Only warmth,
relaxation,
peace.
Something has happened, everything is cold.
She isn't ready to leave this, she doesn't want to face her day.
Is she losing her mind? What is this hangover?
Why has this beautiful liquid turned so ice cold?
Her smooth skin prickles as she's covered in bumps.
She shakes uncontrollably as her head swims and everything hurts again.
She turns herself away from the liquid and stumbles away.
Perfectly emotionless in the eyes of the world.
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