I once hated your very existence,
loathed your morbid prescence;
wished that you were gone.
But it's all changing.
You have marred me,
but wounds do heal.
The poison you injected
into my veins,
now it's an antidote;
a shield of pain.
You have marred me,
but wounds do heal.
Without your mindless torture,
your innocent abuse,
I don't know who I'd be.
You made me learn to realize
some things I never knew.
You have marred me,
but wounds do heal.
Much time has passed,
still I thank you,
I thank you.
I thank you
for this shield of pain.
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