If life goes on, as they always say,
  it must be a blunt existence,
an old knife dulled day by day
  on the whetstone of existence.
A blunted blade, yet how it cuts
  into the soul's iron
you are to feel it in your guts
  if life goes on.


 ~Paige Chia~

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