Not the First Fight
shiny, Sharp, to the Point
he Drives it Home
with none Fright
knows He’ll Win
Battle of many more
blind Pain
They’ll make sure
smiles of Daggers
Knives for hands
Cut you when he means it
then cut you Again
Life in Mine
yet not a Part
Takes My Pride
but Not mine Heart
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