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Monday, June 30, 2003

Inspired by a phrase used in a chatroom . . .

Emotional Knives

Emotional knives
Cut so deep
You bleed til you die
But everything stays dry
Sharp edge not of metal, but of words

Feel it get thrown into your vulnerable skin
No matter how deep it goes, you must take it out
Only you can tend the wound
Don't let them make it worse

Emotional knives are hard, solid, cold
But you can soften the blow
You can protect yourself with the armor of love
You will bleed and bleed and bleed and bleed
But you'll have hope when you have love
If you want to get even, you must put down the knives of emotion
and replace them with a gold-tipped bullet of compassion
Surrounded by the cutlery of hate
Love has the final word

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