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My Knife
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missunderstood I have this knife who loves to talk to me
it's the only thing I want there to be
no people to hurt my feelings
no people to think I walk on the ceilings
my knife is the only thing I love
it is unlike people who punch and shove
there is only one way my knife can talk
it likes my wrist and to it, it can stalk
the crimson liquid touches the blade and i hear it talk
if it had legs, to me it would walk
the blade is cold but my blood warms it
it warms and i love it every bit
