I see my purple bags
From all my sleepless night of standing at the sink hands full of the medicine I hope will dull the pain
I see the rolls that make me cry slumped in front of the mirror unable to move for fear of looking up at myself
I know soon it will be over soon this hell hole will stop burning with the constant pain
That finally I will go back to my three month heaven of friends that are so close to family
The wind in my hair
Ocean spraying
I know it is Closer than it feels
Each moment ticking forth
Is a moment closer
To peace
January
March
April
May
June
a simple five months
Can feel like a lifetime
Almost infinity
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
I see my purple bags
From all my sleepless night of standing at the sink hands full of the medicine I hope will dull the pain
I see the rolls that make me cry slumped in front of the mirror unable to move for fear of looking up at myself
I know soon it will be over soon this hell hole will stop burning with the constant pain
That finally I will go back to my three month heaven of friends that are so close to family
The wind in my hair
Ocean spraying
I know it is Closer than it feels
Each moment ticking forth
Is a moment closer
To peace
January
March
April
May
June
a simple five months
Can feel like a lifetime
Almost infinity
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