And when the smoke clears, there I am. The only one who hasn't let you down, who hasn't drifted away. The only one who gives a damn. But I must be transparent, because you're looking past me again. Past me, basically through me towards the next disaster of a guy with shiny teeth, a straight nose and a hidden agenda who wants to squeeze your tits and grab your ass. And do you know why he's so good looking? Why he's so seemingly scarless? He's a liar, a deceiver. But scars are hard to hide. You can see a few, because thats all he has. He has been through nothing, especially not with you at his side. I'm ugly, yes I know... but you know the story behind each purple bruise, the tale from each patch of twisted scar tissue overwriting its strange foreign letters on my skin. You know I have heart, devotion, determination. You know I will go farther than most, when most turn off the troubled road, sighing and shrugging and turning back, you have seen me continue on. But his nose is not broken. He does not have bleeding wounds in his back, from all the daggers once splayed across his back. His eyes have not turned to red, to searing fire in their sockets. No, he is what we are supposed to fight against... but he's good looking and says only what you want to hear. Well then, I guess its back to being only partially visible to your eye once again. To fade back into the place you reserve for people who you care about when there's time, or when you reach a bout of depression and complaint along your merry way. I am here for you. Sometimes I do not mind, but others... a gurgling pit of agression and frustration ulcers inside of me. But I will be here. When the smoke clears again, I will be there. I just hope next time you can see me for what I am, for how I feel... because I love you.

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