that reached out and slapped me that night.
             I threw on the light and pulled at the faucet.
             Make the water as warm as it will go.
             Make the shock as minimal as possible.
             The mirror groaned and stared at me.
             pound at it, bloodied my own two fists.
             `Why is that quiet, meek, lost, single tear letting itself free now?
             Why have I waken up to the reality of what I've been for so long.
             I wish I could go on with an answer.
             I wish I could make you feel whole with an answer to that.
             I can barely recollect what happened past that point.
             I'm sure I finished my nightly routines.
             And made my way to the only place that comforts me.
             Because I woke up in it the next morning.
             So here I am now, recalling my ups and downs.
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