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I am small.
To you I am small. Fragile in your eyes.You hold me oh so dearly. But I assure you, I can be deadly. My words and my hands are poisonous for your brain. And yet, you still hold me like I am made of glass. My height scares you. You doubt your ability to be gentle with this old doll.
Don't worry. I am already broken. The mind and body as one and the same, no longer just chipped on the edges but fractured to a million pieces.
Though be cautious, I am still capable of violence. Slicing and biting are easy fits for me. Like the cold in a hivernal morning. You are as chipped as I was. But you cannot break oh so wholly, oh so completely as I.