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Close your eyes and let your face tell me everything.

Recite me something important, you’ve been thinking about.

I say recite, because you have been thinking very hard about what you might say.

You even spoke it aloud…just the once, in case your voice was to crack or you stumbled and you wouldn’t want any of the meaning to be lost, I’m sure of that.

You did it in front of the mirror; you felt slight embarrassment, so to get you in the mood, the zone as they say….you dipped your finger into a hot cup of tea, just boiled, so as to shock your system. Just like a paper cut it sprung your mind forward to the present and away from all the emotions you are so tired of wearing.

Your red finger pulsed with pain and the pain let you forget and so, you spoke, aloud, in the bathroom.