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The past is written on my arms
My legs, stomach, and chest the same
Each with an intricate story
Some even attached with a name
The pain released through a knife
A natural sort of high
The sweet agony of liberation
Between friend and foe, a tie
Once I had it in my grips
I wanted more and more
It became an addiction
And eventually a war
I fought it tooth and nail
I tried to refrain
But nothing made me feel like it did
Needed it to stop the pain
I felt guilty and ashamed
So I kept it concealed
But there came a point
That it became revealed
People gave me ultimatums
Others couldn't understand
So they left me hanging in the balance
When I most needed a hand
Thirteen years went by
My wounds became more and more severe
In the end it no longer helped
I had to decide to face my biggest fear
I had been perpetually running from the battles
But I finally realized that I had to face the war
I stared the pain, the past, and myself in the eyes
And I desperately struggled to get off the floor
With each new day of resistance
I found more and more strength
The desire was still there
But I did everything I could to go the length
Now, a year and a half into recovery
I look eagerly at the score
I am thankful and proud
That I have finally won the war
My legs, stomach, and chest the same
Each with an intricate story
Some even attached with a name
The pain released through a knife
A natural sort of high
The sweet agony of liberation
Between friend and foe, a tie
Once I had it in my grips
I wanted more and more
It became an addiction
And eventually a war
I fought it tooth and nail
I tried to refrain
But nothing made me feel like it did
Needed it to stop the pain
I felt guilty and ashamed
So I kept it concealed
But there came a point
That it became revealed
People gave me ultimatums
Others couldn't understand
So they left me hanging in the balance
When I most needed a hand
Thirteen years went by
My wounds became more and more severe
In the end it no longer helped
I had to decide to face my biggest fear
I had been perpetually running from the battles
But I finally realized that I had to face the war
I stared the pain, the past, and myself in the eyes
And I desperately struggled to get off the floor
With each new day of resistance
I found more and more strength
The desire was still there
But I did everything I could to go the length
Now, a year and a half into recovery
I look eagerly at the score
I am thankful and proud
That I have finally won the war
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Wonderful!! You are a true inspiration.