Go ahead, just do it, 
I've had a knife in my heart before, 
The initial stab is the worst part, 
And it doesn't hurt too long, 
And doesn't bleed too much, 
Only long enough, 
To make a symbolic puddle, 
To remind me, 
That men can't be trusted.                
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