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It hurt me. Of course it did. How wouldn’t an open scar hurt you?
The knife cut my thigh so deep that the blood splashed the whole room,
And I kept bleeding, for minutes, hours, days,
Until there was nothing left to bleed. No blood.
But the scar is still there. Deep, terrifying, ugly.
It might stay there forever, even once it heals.
“I wish I never gave birth to you.” The ugliest knife ever.