Today I dressed up my depression as happiness, until it truly became that.
Until I was wearing an old skin that I wasn’t sure still fit, and it did.
It stuck to me like giggles caught in my throat
A smile bloomed in disbelief but nurtured in warmth,
my cheeks frozen in place with a shit eating grin that was reminiscent of a youth I forgot I possessed. I’m obsessed…with living again.
A Poem a Day 
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