My soul weeps blood deep & red
At even the thought that I caused you dread
If you ever became afraid of me I could not bear it.
This would wound me deeply at just the thought
This might be true.
The emotional connection I feel for how you care for me
Is so real I would stop breathing before I could knowingly
Hurt you intentionally.
The trust I feel so deeply if it is broken even a tiny bit
I am scarred eternally as real to me as the marks on my arms.
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