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Your Knife cut deep, My back bled. Not even a peep, Not one tear shed. I still wonder why, you would possibly hurt me. I wish I could fly, To get away, I plea
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 8:15 AM UTC
Backstabber
Your Knife cut deep, My back bled. Not even a peep, Not one tear shed. I still wonder why, you would possibly hurt me. I wish I could fly, To get away, I plea
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Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 8:15 AM UTC
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