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Oct 2014
There's a person I don't speak about
I try to push them from my mind
But there's a self-control drought
I can't leave the past behind
They introduced me to something dark
Something steeped in despair
And when the knife hit its mark
When I needed help, they weren't there

It began as curiosity
But grew into monstrosity
Now our friendship is spent
All I can do is resent
The person who ruined my life
**Who showed me what you can do with a knife
To a friend from long ago
Antiquity Vaircome
Written by
Antiquity Vaircome  Shire of York
(Shire of York)   
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