Tomorrow will be sixty three days.
Sixty three days
Of wanting to breathe as deeply as I could.
Of enjoying the feeling
Of the sun on my skin.
Of knowing I'm not horrible.
Tomorrow I will still have
Thirty seven days to go,
Until I get to one hundred.
And now I'm counting down the days,
Until I get to see you.
I only have to go three nights,
Two days,
Until I see you again.
I am so glad
That I made it.
I am so glad
I didn't break.
I am so glad
To enjoy the sound of music again.
I am so happy
To be alive.
Right now I'm crying,
Because it's a beautiful feeling,
Wanting to live
And being in love.
If I can make it passed
All the torment I've made it through,
To get to this,
With you at my side,
I know I can do anything.
Actions speak louder than words.
Let me show you my gratitude and humble pride
Until the day after forever.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC
Tomorrow will be sixty three days.
Sixty three days
Of wanting to breathe as deeply as I could.
Of enjoying the feeling
Of the sun on my skin.
Of knowing I'm not horrible.
Tomorrow I will still have
Thirty seven days to go,
Until I get to one hundred.
And now I'm counting down the days,
Until I get to see you.
I only have to go three nights,
Two days,
Until I see you again.
I am so glad
That I made it.
I am so glad
I didn't break.
I am so glad
To enjoy the sound of music again.
I am so happy
To be alive.
Right now I'm crying,
Because it's a beautiful feeling,
Wanting to live
And being in love.
If I can make it passed
All the torment I've made it through,
To get to this,
With you at my side,
I know I can do anything.
Actions speak louder than words.
Let me show you my gratitude and humble pride
Until the day after forever.
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