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The pain she holds dear

As the blade runs across my skin,
i realize its my only friend,
all the others lie
all the rest leave
everyone else
is gone in the end
but not the metal,
not its glint in the light,
and sometimes i wish
the monsters  that i fear
only existed in the night
—L.S.C.
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