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I've always been the kind of person To dig a splinter out, With my teeth, if I have to- Instead of soaking it in water And waiting for it came out on it's own. - Even if it made the pain worse at first,
Ouch! It isn’t enough some say So what then is? When it hurts? When some injury comes and means to stay? Like a festering splinter You can’t see it, but you feel it there But knowing it, others don’t
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