Knives

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I cling to the knives that cut me,
that leave scars that never heal.
For in their wounds,
I find solace,
a reminder of the battles I've fought.

The knives that made me bleed—
the ones that have shaped me,
made me strong
And though they may cut,
they also healed.

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