This knife.

I look back upon my life.
I revolve around this knife.
I lived so many years.
I can only cry so many tears.
I begg this knife.
To take my life.
This cold knife.
Took my life.
The fist time I dragged it across my skin.
That was the day.
I died in my sin.
I know you wonder.
If the knife took my life how is it that I am still living.
Well I am here to tell you that.
This knife.
Is my life.

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