The scars slowly fade
No longer I use the blade
The weight is lifted off my shoulders
No longer feeling like they hold boulders
The thought you ask isnt it there?
Well yes it is, but I try not to care
It will take some more time
To finally make a valid line
The one that makes me think, just stop
Dont even grab the blade, let the thought drop
Things have been really going good
Just like normal, as they should
So as I look back in my past
I have a quick thought to last
Then I turn around and and to myself say
Just take a deep breath, here comes another day..
 
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