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When I could no longer feel anything,
all I wanted to do was cry
where no one could hear me.

I stood under the showerhead
and turned the faucet
as far as it would go.

I let the water burn my skin
and the sound of the surge
muffle my tears.

It hurt but at the same time
it felt so good.

I felt like I was alive
for the first time in months.

The pain reminded me
that I still had breath in lungs
and hope in my heart.