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Jun 2018
We all have a knife on our hands, bound to destroy, steal and plunder.
You couldn't say that you would never hurt another.
Trust me, you will. Whether you know it or not.
This knife can do many wonders, as well as be a curse for many.
We are all broken, lost and weak.
We are all destroyers, in one way or another,
once at least did you hurt someone with the sword in your mouth
and with the gun in your hands.
We all are bound to hurt another.
Use it for life, or to spell out death.
Well, I choose the latter.
That's the best.
I actually don't know what to call this ( o - o)
Please do give me some feedback! Would love to learn from others!
forestfaith
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forestfaith  18/M/Singapore
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