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I can ask,
whether you are wotht my time and trials.
Yet,
I keep asking myself whether I am worth your precious time.
To lose what friends we commonly held.
Talked about with a knife in their hands.
Yet,
It disappears in your vision
and appears in my spine.
Are you worth my bloody back?
My sweaty tears?
The correct question is:
Should these people,
who hold the knives stained with my blood,
be worth keeping?