I started in a factory, then on a shelf in a store.
I've been passed around to schools, to works, and more.
But one sad day, I ended up on the floor.
But someone picked me up, and took me home.
She was so beautiful, I adored.
She used me to sharpen her pencils, but to her i was much more.
She took me everywhere, and in her bag I called it home, life was perfect.
But one cold rainy day, that beautiful girl took me out of her bag and carried me away.
She held up a screwdriver, and took me apart.
My blade is now gone, my blade is lost.
But what is she doing with my shiny blade?
She puts it to her wrist, tears running down her face.
She pulls it across her skin, blood streaming down behind.
I look to my friend the blade, then the girl, she does it again shaking even more. I can't bare to watch, I shut my eyes tight, after a while i hear a thud.
I open them wide, and to see what?
The girl on the floor, and my blade lost forever more.
I didnt only lose my blade that day, I lost that beautiful girl who hit a vein.
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