I am slowly **********
Last night I took out my metal
For I could not stand the weight
During years now
Am I washing off smeared make-up from my face
I think it's beginning to show my skin
Sometimes I speak and the echo brings my own voice back to me
It sounds so much calmer than I remembered
My hair has been growing back its color
It tickles on my shoulders
I'm getting there
It's terribly slow and difficult
But I think I'm finding myself
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
I am slowly **********
Last night I took out my metal
For I could not stand the weight
During years now
Am I washing off smeared make-up from my face
I think it's beginning to show my skin
Sometimes I speak and the echo brings my own voice back to me
It sounds so much calmer than I remembered
My hair has been growing back its color
It tickles on my shoulders
I'm getting there
It's terribly slow and difficult
But I think I'm finding myself