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When you are not fed love on a silver spoon you learn to lick it off knives
A silver spoon or a knife
They are both made out of metal
One showed strife
The other one disguise as a skettle
The edges are sharp, the wounds are real
But they don’t hurt as much as feeling unlovable
“I’ll do anything for you “ is all i want to hear
It got me doing the unthinkable
I would rather feel delusional
Appreciating cracked moments
Than turning Emotional
Waiting for love from the ones that see it optional
Maybe the touch of knifes make me sore
But deep inside, we're wanting more
A touch, a word, a glimpse of grace
A fleeting moment, a soft embrace.
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MARWA ARBANI
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