I'm sickly in love with the scars on my hips
But they're finally starting to fade
It's a milestone of self care and redemption, but at the same time, it feels like defeat
My scars remind me that I've been in pain and I had something to fight for
And to see then gone is like forgetting the battle even happened
But how can I forgot the years of abuse and emptiness?
It feels like a movie with the ending you expected but were hoping you wouldnt get
It took years of training to formulate line after line after line
Just for time to make them look like stretch marks
And eventually back to fresh skin
What a disappointment

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