BLADE

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shiny, smooth, sharp

it carves

it draws blood

it makes pain

take way pain

used a lot

over time

distant, dull, dark

time for a new one

its like a spark

you feel the pain

but that's the only thing that's keeping you sane

you watch you blood trickle down

then you frown turns into a smile

as you feel relief

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