I have seen everything
From top to bottom
Every little freckle
Every little scar
I kissed those scars
Kissed the pain away
Even if it returned
There's always going to be scars
Not only his
I did the best I could
To heal him
I gave everything
My mental health
My social relationships
My body
My soul
All for what?
To get a thank you?
For him to do the things he promised he wouldn't
Again
Would I do it again?
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