I'll just keep on
saving up these knives -
use them to stab myself again.
you think you hurt me with words?
you will never know
how I hurt myself.
I take them out each night
look at all these weapons you tried
and here I am bloody and broken and yet
not begging, not so fallen as to let you feed me.
do you know nothing?
I know how to stay hungry.
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