You're stronger than those dumb old blades.
They don't love you.
They won't help you.
Your friends will.
So get rid of those stupid metal demons.
Give them to a friend.
One who you can trust.
One that you love.
And one that won't use them on their self.
One that will keep them away.
Give them to a friend that will save you.
YOU ARE READING
A poem for death
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