#*shrieking*

one less dagger to sharpen. still got scars on my back from your knife. why'd you have to twist the knife. I brought a knife to a gun fight. summers a knife. threw out our cloaks and our daggers. the knife cuts both ways. my twisted knife, my sleepless night. rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife. took this dagger in me and remove it. you know it still hurts underneath my scars from when they pulled me apart but what you did was just as dark.

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