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The value of a knife is in its sharpness...
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised that I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. The knife of betrayal that you had backstabbed me with. It was the knife that left remorse embedded in my heart. Then I came to the realisation that it was never a knife in my hand...But a strong feeling of hurt ...a feeling of regret that had your hand written all over it ...
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised that I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. The knife of betrayal that you had backstabbed me with. It was the knife that left remorse embedded in my heart. Then I came to the realisation that it was never a knife in my hand...But a strong feeling of hurt ...a feeling of regret that had your hand written all over it ...
