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Submitted to Contest #239
(CW: Mental Health, Self Harm, Gore) The water down my back begins to run cold. My fingers pruned, my back hunched, a mop of hair falls into every corner of my vision. The cheap coconut conditioner is cold and fragrant. I hear banging on the bathroom door. “Hurry it up in there.” It’s my voice. The brightness in tone had faded with time. The dwindling years on my mind, there would be no patience. Not for anyone. Especially me. Two knocks punctuate the voice of my older self. “Hurry. Up.” I never understood why I decided to be roomm...
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