The steel calls to my wrist,
it begs and it pleads,
all other options are off the list.
The steel leads me to my happy place,
far away from all their other wants and needs,
it's like running an endless race.
The steel holds my sanity,
in it's fiery grip.
Almost as fierce as a teenage girl to her vanity.
The steel is my constant friend,
it never stabs me in the back,
it doesn't follow that trend.
The steel pleads for my blood,
watch it flow from my wrist,
my steel opens me up like a flood.
Nice i like it.
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