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you will never look at taking a shower the same way once you read this |
| It's a warm blanket, when I'm tired and I'm cold. It's my very own psychiatrist, for me to bare my soul. It's a warm lover, arms wraped with love. It's a spring shower, falling from above. It's my private piece of heaven I go to every day. My own special world. Where only I can play. |