He believes me

He held me close to him. He kept repeating that I could do this by myself. He believes in me. He kissed my scars. He knew, that they weren’t created by something beautiful. He knew they needed a touch of love. He killed the tainted thoughts. The poison was flowing by the blood out of my arm. 

He believes in me. And therefore, I believe in myself. 

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