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Shedding Skin

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AOnceSuicidalPoet

Published: Oct 2, 2013

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Someday I'll be cured,
I'll shed my skin
Be new.

Someday I'll be found,
I'll stop being lost
And live.

Someday I'll be free,
Show off my arms
Scars faded.

Someday I'll be known,
For my troubling fight
For freedom.

Someday...

Today I'm in pain,
The wish to harm
beats hope.

But,
Someday I'll be cured,
I'll shed my skin
Be new.

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ShelrenWolf

Oct 27, 2013

I love how you created something that speaks to so many. It gives people hope and not just in the sense of cutting, but even in the sense of people whose dreams never came true etc.

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