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There was a hand that held the knife
And there was mine, that pulled it tight
The wound was deep, but so was trust
Now both are buried in the dust
The voice that begged for light
And I was silence dressed in white
They crowned me pure, they made me stay
Then watched me break and looked away
No justice clean, no sin alone
The sharpest blade is born from bone
I bled the truth beneath their gaze
And learned to live inside the blaze
I am the wound
The one they chose to hide
The blade they shaped with every lie
Not saint, not curse, not runaway
Just what remains when light decays
They gave me steel and called it fate
But I became the wound the blade
I've seen my shadow wear their names
Each scar a shrine to who remains
Not healed
Not whole
But forged to stand
A broken truth in steady hands
No mercy held me in its arms
Just silence wrapped in holy charms
But pain became my silent creed
And I survived what I believed
I am the breath behind the flame
The echo wrapped in phantom pain
They wrote their verdict on my face
But could not kill what left no trace
No peace, no war, no masquerade
Just me the wound, the blade
