Tinkerbella

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With a knife in my hands,
I stand there,
Shaking with fear…
Should I?

Waiting no longer I will,
I’ve had about enough with the games,
I stand myself and knife…
Should I?

Left behind,
No one cares now,
I will, I’ll do it…
The knife threw my skin.

It’s happened…
Nothing stopping me from more.
What’s done is done,
The scar you’ll see,
The hate I’ll remember.

The knife sits in my hand…
Covered in blood.
They won’t care…
They have each other.

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