A scar

My slow ascent has begun
the tour of pain almost done
no prestige of accomplishment accorded
the fact I've managed, simply afforded
myself respect gained with each step derived
thank God I have lived, thank God I survived
I thrilled to your fine falseness
basked in sweet bliss
when our love-affair began
and suffered badly at the receiving end
all I have to show for you
is a scar on my wrist...

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