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Jan 2021
this same pain
keeps coming back
all throughout my life

you're not the one
who cut me deep

you are

only the knife

I say
if we had never met
how happy I would be

but for real
somebody else would hold
their own cold steel
to me
Written by
Ciel Noir
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