I sit beneath the boiling rain
Scraping from myself the endless moments
Revealing their grey underbellies
They slide off of my flesh so easily
Peeling like rotten wallpaper
I keep erasing yesterdays until there are none left
And every today is raw and new
I wish it were easier to be without skin
Thank you for reading this far, I appreciate you for doing so, and if you're someone who is going through or has gone through any of these things mentioned, I send you my best intentions <3 My advice, if you're looking for any, is the getting through takes a while sometimes, but you don't have to grin and bare it. Suffer through it, laugh through it, love through it, but get through it ❤️
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18 Years of God Damn Bullshit: A Memoir
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