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Nine
(One) For the thoughts floating in my head. (Two) For the words forever left unsaid. (Three) For the
secrets kept close within me. (Four) For the anguish nobody can see. (Five) For the passion turned now to guilt. (Six)
For the blade itself, buried to the hilt. (Seven) For the need bursting in red stain. (Eight) For the tears, bitter
drops of pain. (Nine) For the whisper, the calling of your name. All for the memory that nothing is the same. Fulfillment
of the blessing, fulfillment of the curse - Fulfillment of everything found within this verse.
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