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Knife

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I stand there silent

As his words come towards me

I don't even raise my arms up

No defensive wounds

Rather each sentence

Brings forth the little jewels of red 

He smiles 

He grins

He laughs

Denial has a sharp edge.

I stand there silent

And bleed out.


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I really like this. Sticks and stones will break your bones but words..

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Thank you.

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