One Thing
There is one thing that comes to mind.
The one thing that I cannot live without.
It is not something I am proud to admit,
Because its use is not kind.
Its something that would make anyone pout.
Since it has no benefit.
Just to my own demise,
Because I will not compromise.
The one thing is small and unafraid.
It is a shiny blade.
I am not its only victim.
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