Scars

Burning secret beneath my sleeve
Blood tattoo, another lie -
I thought I stopped this,
Though I'd not go back.
Thought scars taught me a lesson
Seems I was wrong.

Seems I can't resist this,
Can't stop myself going back:
Short-lived willpower.
Keeping turning round. Again.
Though I said I'd never again,
I was lying. I'm sorry. 

The End

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