Friends
You got
My back
All I feel
is a
knife
Friends
treat Me
like
A Pinyata
Beat me
Till
I break apart
Spill my
Dreams on
The floor
Like tarot cards
Death
Stares at
me
From the table
I bleed
The 7 of clubs
Out my fingers
Still time
To fold
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