...the blade. It's small. It's sharp. It's pink. It cuts. My tiny friend whom I've not met for almost a year plus.
It's calling me. It's tempting me. It brings the urge out in me.
To think that it's been used for good purpose all the while.
But not at one point of its' lifespan.
It cuts deeply, it makes you bleed.
It leaves scars as a reminder..that it should be used for good purpose.
How I miss my friend that I have to resist...what an irony!!
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