My Weakness
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Last published Sun, May 14, 2017
As the bruises and scars of those nights that will forever be ingraved in my mind cover my body.
As the bruises and scars that remind me of the life I never planned to live cover my body.
As the bruises and scars resemble the love I have for the man who hurt me the most cover my body.
I always knew one thing.
He was My Weakness.
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