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The KnifeAll I see is the blood dripping off my hand All I feel is the warmth of the blood on my hands All I smell is the blood running out of my ear All I taste is the blood coming out of my mouth All I hear is my silent cries "What have you done?" he says as he sees me "Like it matters to you!!" I yell back He was never there for me before So what does it matter to him now? He tries to come near me But I just take the Knife out of me And threaten him with it "I don't need you anymore," I tell him. "Understand?" "But baby," he would say "Don't 'baby' me,"The Knife
by ~sarapizza
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I wonder how they feel tonight.
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