I start to apologize for anything that bothers me. The inanimate objects, that live alive in my head, will talk to me about the risks of the unwarranted apologies, but I argue that it benefits me. It makes the air a little bit cooler and the sky a little bit brighter. I sit in front of the mirror. My bedroom is free from clutter. It only has one bed, one chair, one vanity table with a mirror, and one brush. I brush my short hair, the tips of it send electric warmth to me. I look at me and marvel my beauty. I apologize to myself for loving the loneliness and the self. But mostly for the choices I had made that led me here.
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