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There is only one bathroom in my family house
One bathroom to support four people
One bathroom that holds so many memories
Mirror
The mirror that hangs from the wall
The mirror that I looked at myself in with such hatred
The mirror that I cried into when I first dripped blood down my own arm
The mirror I could smile into when I was happy (or faking it)
The mirror that I did my friends facepaint in
The mirror that has seen every inch of me
Every inch on my good days and my bad
Bath
The bath in my house is pure white
The edges tipped in mold
This is the bath I cried into when I was bleeding
This is the bath I used to calm myself
This is the bath that I could use to escape what was going on in my life
This is the bath that took me away from my family
Trash can
The trash was filled to the brim with bloody toilet paper
The blood not from a period
The blood not from my nose
The blood came from my arm
and my leg
and my stomach
The blood that should never have been spilt
Toilet
The toilet was a place I sat
I sat to look down
When I looked down I did not see something that was me
I saw something that was from a body I wish I was never born in
From a body that has parts that dont fit me
A body that is not my own
The floor
Our bathroom floor
The floor that can never look clean no matter what
The floor that has had blood spilt in it
The floor that has been cried on
The floor that has held me up
The floor that has been there when nothing else was
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