the blade

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i watched as you resemble that of a blade

i watched as you slit into the lives of others, leaving trails of blood upon your shirt

i watched as the beautiful beings turned to be one of your victims slowly; and then all at once

it became an addiction as you slit into their lives once more, hurting them deeper and bloods stained darker and yet you caused no damage to yourself

you resemble that of a blade as you hurt others, only to satisfy yourself as if you were made to hurt without hurting yourself


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