splinters
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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.
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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
