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Founder's Canon
January 19, 2026
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kin is made of razorblades

Eyes are cold as steel Touching her that day created Pain that I still feel. Slicing fingers, hands, and arms Harming me beyond repair Stumbling backwards, far in shock All the while, unaware. Focus on reality Finding myself torn apart Watching happiness once had So quickly now depart. Beauty I once trusted Was not what it had seemed Light surrounding her, not love Just blades that brightly gleamed. I realize dangerous she is Though disguised as help Get away from me, foul whore Just leave me to myself. Your mirage of full support I can now see through Distorted lies reveal the truth I see I don’t need you. In the place of happiness Was you holding the knife That stabs me in the back no more For you’re not in my life.

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