Baby steps, one at a time, she tries to take
Wobbling, shaking, and trying not to stumble
A hand stretched in the front, searching for support
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I extend my arm, wriggling the fingers in encouragement
She grins, a toothless smile fixed on her cute face
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Her knife gleams in the dark before slicing through my wrist
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