Shower Drain

I face the stream of water,

feeling freshwater mix with salt;

I can feel my life

washing away under the pressure of life,

piece by piece,

yet I can't seem to care-

even when it costs me too dearly,

I don't feel a thing.

This poem is about: 
Me

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