Yes, you gave me blisters from your fingers made of wood.
Yes, you gave me burns from your arms made of fire.
And yes, you made me bleed from your lips made of knives.
But you never broke me.
Because while my blisters and burns have disappeared,
the scars you left upon my lips still remain...
Not as a symbol of pain but of Healing.
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