I sit and stare at this ugly scar. The one that reminds me of where we are. One in which, I was unsuccessful. Like I hide my depression, now I hide my lack of self control. I just had this star tattoo fixed. The one I got as an act of rebellion. It now serves as a painful reminder, of how much I can take. My limit needs to be wider. I've been through hell there's no way to deny it. It started with you, the damn devil manifested.
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