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These scars I carry are going,

Disappearing without a trace,

But where to?

For how long?

Were they ever meant to be permanent?



Going away and hopefully not returning,

Wishing they hadn't been there at all,

But they were.



Almost gone now, faded away,

You can only tell if you look really hard,

If you know where to look you can see,

See the faintness of them.



Have I killed my Demon?

Or is he simply sleeping?

If he is sleeping, he may strike again,

If he's gone, then I guess I'm safe.