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Today,
I make six weeks free
Please don't tell me
How proud you are of me
Today,
I count the ways,
I used to punish myself.
For forty-two days
I am missing out.
The more I count,
the days I go without
The more I am losing count,
of mistakes I've made.
Forty-two days and counting,
going without accounting.
Today,
My skin closes, healing
I feel broken,
teared open, exposed
My emotions are for everyone to see.
Six weeks of vulnerability
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive