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Steeling Myself
The knife was in my hand, I know,
I felt the blade against my thigh.
I thought the steel would cut you off,
I thought that I was being kind.
The knife was in my hand, I thought,
I thought that I should sever ties.
But strong and steel and should got lost,
When all that I could do was cry.
The knife was in my hand no more,
I found the blade inside my mouth.
I felt it stealing to yours,
And now we're both unarmed, without.
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Annabelle Jane
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