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They say it takes a month For your old skin cells to shed. Maybe in a month I'll have new skin. Skin you haven't touched, Haven't kissed, That your smell doesn't linger on. Maybe then I can start again. Start a new cycle of life. One without being strung on With my new skin.

My daddy told me that you cant cure depression, That it was a myth. That taking pills wouldn't fix me And taking three instead of one Wouldn't speed up the process. But then I found a boy that tasted better than effexor. He made it easier to drag myself out of bed Each morning He kissed me as if I were alive As if I weren't empty Talked to me as if there was something Anything Left inside of me. He made my bones ache less and less Each time he touched me. He made everything seem that Maybe It would be okay. When my world shattered around me He started to pick up the pieces Put me back together With hope. When I stoppe

I promise to love you: at 7 am when youre waking rubbing the sleep out of your eyes with the daylight greeting your face as the lines beside of your eyes crinkle up so that you can smile good morning to me at 8:30 when we're rushing out the door me to biology and you to work your lips tasting always of honey and independance as you give me one goodbye kiss yet when we part i still havent told you i love you at 4 pm when youre tired from working your morning shift worn out and you feel like you have nothing left to do but take a nap to escape the evenng with peaceful dreams I will kiss your forhead and wrap you in my arms at