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Jun 2019
when i'm letting someone go i picture guitar strings
        plastic
                fragile.
then comes the knife
        the sharpest butcher's knife one has ever seen
                glistening
                        fresh.
with one fatal swoop
        impact is made and
                the strings are cut like
                        butter.
but your strings are different
        electric
                metallic
                        strong and built to last.
and suddenly my knife
        is but a rock on a stick
                it holds no chance
                        bouncing off with every hit.
Written by
Ashton  19/F
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