I tore down mountains. Fought my demons for her and it was the hardest thing I have ever done. Yet the easiest, she only needed to look at me and I saw our lives play out right there. I imagined it all saw our dreams come true and knew I could only be hers. She saved me from the beast i had on the outside. Now, I look at my hands and look at myself and see the scars left on my from my life. When I lean closer I see them most in my eyes. The good scars and bad scars are all there, brightening and darkening all shades of the iris. I like to think now, I am becoming brighter....
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