What if she did though, what if she gathered the blade together and sat to swipe – one romantically wayward, God awful second to dispel a honey pot of hell
If the slice will hurt, that’s the one precarious question she continues to ask someone, anyone, her lonely self
What will her mind begin to think then: Shit, I’ve made a mistake, or This Feels Right
Too hard to ever know, until that is

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