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Triggering - "I promise"
"You won't hurt,"
Promised the girl,
To the knife,
As it left a bloody pearl,
She didn't understand,
How blood-shed,
Hurt less,
Than having him dead,
Rivers of red,
Of pain,
Unless someone notices,
She's perfectly sane,
Each day,
She promises her knife,
"You won't hurt me,
Until I take my life."
She plans,
Even plots,
Too many choices,
Pick a straw or lots?
Oh her day,
Of reckoning,
Her knife whispers,
Beckoning,
"I won't hurt you."
It calls,
And for her own lies,
She falls,
"I won't take a moment"
The knife says,
She belives it,
Tries not to make a mess,
She holds her knife,
Holds it tight,
Closes her eyes,
Shuts out the light,
"You'll be with him soon,
I promise"
The knife cuts,
A last 'kiss'
The girl dies,
Bliss.
Bliss hurts.
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