With every day that passes
a new fight is brought about
One that isn’t my own
But the scares on my leg say other wise
They tell a different story
They tell of a frustration
That this one girl has caused
They tell the story of her lies
Of her every destruction
That she has brought into my life
The blood shed and tears
The never ending battle
Which I thought I had won
But that she has brought back into my life
So with every passing day
And every unshed tear
New cuts will be added
New lies told
And in the end I will slay her
And the war will be won
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