discovered the heater's electricity source wasn't switched on.
indifferent. uncaring.
stepped into the torrents of ice-cold water.
no flinching. no wincing.
what could be colder than stark disappointment.
faced the piercing jets full on, as if inflicting self-punishment.
gazed longingly at the ceiling. oh so white and pristine.
so unlike the muddied, confused mental state that was mine.
but only i can deliver myself from myself.
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