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The reason for the anger and rage was pointless but the knife in my hand definitely had a point to it. I used it as an extension of my rage and the blood was enough to fill a barrel and a half. I half paused between thrusts and in that reflection of that red liquid pool I saw the real me.
I was frustrated and alone and I raged from being frustrated and alone. I wanted more from this world of smoke and mirrors, the guys being the ones who smoke and the girls being the ones who mirror. I was in love with myself and didnt even know it.
I wanted more than I had to offer but still believed the world was mine. I took the hand full of blood of lifes betrayal and realized I need to do better.
What a way to learn a lesson and miss a blessing. I missed the whole point of it. My knife was sharp but my rage was pointless.
