Blades Are Always Stronger Poem by Brianna Wilkinson
Blades Are Always Stronger
I did it,
and I cried.
The razor, like metal to a magnet,
was drawn to my hand.
It fit,
no matter how hard I tried.
I do not want this anymore,
I never wanted to to this again.
The nightmares,
they are too much.
I never wanted to remember his touch.
I made a mistake,
thinking I could go without it for longer.
The blades are always so much stronger.....
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5/6/2024 2:37:07 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very very good, the blades seem strong to me to...hand in there.