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Apr 2014
You didn't have to cut me
In my room that night.
My father's multi-tool knife to my neck
"what a funny joke!"
But it wasn't a joke at all, was it?
That blade never broke my skin
Yet you course through my veins
I carved a place for you
All on my own
More proof that I didn't need you
Written by
Jessica Nole
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