The water feels like absolution until it turns on you. You stand in the steam, scrubbing at a life you’re certain can be rinsed away, chasing that burning illusion of “starting over.” Days later, the sting arrives—tight skin, angry scalp, hair that crackles instead of falls. You wonder when care became harm, when “clean” started to mea… Continues…
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