My Knife, My Love
Your knife cuts my flesh,
Opening wounds into my
Arms
Heart
Mind.
You take away happiness;
Your motive:
Anger
The moves you make cause
Blood,
Pain.
On the inside,
And outside.
Because what you didn't understand,
What you just didn't see,
Was the consequeses,
After what you did to me.
The End
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My Knife, My Love, which
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