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One night
One knife
And one life
But does it seem like I care?
No matter how much you say that I have worth
I won't believe you
Because your mouth is full of lies
I never trusted you
Yet, I trust this knife
This knife I hold is my life
It resembles all of the hardships I go through
The hardships slice my soft
Delicate skin
My blood resembles my thoughts
Seeping out
Not ever stopping
Because my thoughts never seem to stop
And I ought to end
My troubles that haunt me
But I save that for another time
Because my thoughts stop me from ending my
Life

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 23, 2016 ⏰

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