It was just your hand,
Lacerated by hatred,
Envy, jealousy,
A concealed weapon,
But it could have been
Your heart,
Your life taken in a moment,
And how would I have
Carried on without you?
They stitched you up,
Made good,
You say you're fine,
But somewhere inside
I'm still bleeding.
[Woke up this morning to the news that Johnny was stabbed last night in the hand whilst defending himself. He's fine, had a few stitches, but it could have been a lot worse]
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