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Feb 2019
my back is hurting
I don't know why
I turn around
why are you holding knives

my heart is hurting
why
when I tell you what's wrong
you turn around

I'm cold I know
You're cold
and I try

why don't say it to my face

why are you walking away

I'm not going to fight
even then
you turn over

you're no good
I've heard it over and over

my back is hurt
from all the times
you've stabbed me
you chose to betray me
in the most pathetic way

slowly
I'm bleeding
but I'll let you know

I'm not so cold
You're so cold
and I'm not going to try

here's your knife back
I have a knife collection from family and friends
eileen
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eileen
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