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Nov 2014
There's a knife in my stomach  
And I have two options:
Pull it out and watch as the blood comes pouring from the wound
And hope there's a surgeon around
Or leave it there
And maybe it won't hurt as much after a while
Not that the pain would lessen
But that I would become used to it
As if the knife was part of me.
Written by
Riley Defluo
379
   Anand and Harley Hucof
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