Stabbed in the Back

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I gave you the Dagger,

You gave me the Knife,

I put it in a box,

You never set it down,

Some would say it was suicide,

Others would say you had every right,

I trusted you for a moment,

But the Daggers now gone,

You covered it in my blood,

Now it has disappeared,

Like the leaves on a tree,

In the middle of Autumn,

They drifted away,

On the winds of change,

For there time,

In its story,

Was finally over,

A new chapter,

A new life,

None to depend on,

Free now to roam,

No strings to hold it down,

It flys across the world,

To never hit the ground,

I still have the Knife you gave me that day,

I won't let it go,

Nor will I let it slip into your back,

Like you did to mine.

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