Under the sharpened edge awaits a cut.
Its gonna happen no matter what.
Holdin on to the need fingers will slip.
Hearts on words always seem to trip.
Beneath the blades dangerous slit.
Held together is clinched with a grip.
Scars will form showin the pasts pain.
Speakin like children of who's to blame.
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