Scent of Citrus
Water rushing, steam rising, accompanied by the scent of citrus.
Breathing in the scent of citrus suds to ground myself.
Trying to keep myself sane.
Water racing down my face, washing away the stress and pain of the day.
No longer drowning the day out with water, back to reality.
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