KNIVES
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Complete Sat, Aug 30, 2025<5 mins
In an ocean of endless pain, a part of my body resisted sharp "knives," "shards of glass," and unheard screams. I endured to the limit, until everything exploded in sharp words. Sharp as knives.
This is a collection of three poems written in moments of pain, silent suffering, and unheard screams.
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