Needed to be sharp
My soul was in flames.
Wished to be brutal
needed to be sharp.
Was ready to use my sword any time.
Could scratch faces with my fingure nails.
Now I am changing.
True, not very fast.
There aren't butterflies in my heart.
But.
I am brighter, I am touched.
do not need any blood.
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