She picked up her
Old friend
At first touch
She held it
So close to her
Skin
She could feel the
Coldness
Tears filled her
Eyes
With one cut
She broke a
Million promises
Every tear broke
A million more
Her heart shattered into
A thousand pieces
One cut
Two cuts
Ten more
There was no stopping her
She was on a
Mission
If destruction
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Spoken word
PoetryHere I will be posting my spoken words I wrote i don't know how often I will be writing though
