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I was supposed to have a date with a blade today
I declined and told it to go away
Its begged and begged and begged for more
Till a point where i almost said sure
Then a little voice spoke to me
A little boy named Zachary
Looking at my busted pimple and scabbing arms
Then whispered to myself
I will not harm

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