This poem
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Blade
My back is against the wall
All I see is a blade in front of me
As it draws nearer a bit of my life fades away
But who is doing this
Why would they do this?
Where have I wronged this person?
It must be her
She who gave me insult
I could tell the hatred she had with every word
Had to say it was mutual
But I could tell
It wasn’t her
It must be him
He who attacked me
His hatred was shown by his actions
Actions of pain and fury
But I could tell
It wasn’t him
It must be them
They who did both
Outnumbering me and tormenting me
The cowardly acts they did
But I could tell
It wasn’t them
Who? Who can it be?
But I could see the hand
It was he who never wronged me or gave insult
He who used no hatred
I could tell
It was me.
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