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May 2013
I am weak, (Fading disappearing.)
I create new marks. (Soon they will be gone)
As old scars vanish, (Forever)
Gone. (As if they never existed)

So what was the point?
What was it all for?
Why?

It made me
stronger.
Each side can be read separately or together.
Written by
Mads
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