Creative Writing

I only wanted help

To find balance.

At the tip of this carefully honed knife.

The balanced blade.

2 of swords, the blind seer.

The declared choice has been made.

I wish (my/ki/me) would just go and kill you(her)self.

I’m a genie in a bottle, baby. You came and rubbed me the right way.

Karma in a bottle baby,

popped the corn(u)Kopia

let her out.

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