The sharp silver blade was a long-trusted friend. I had felt its hard cold body sheathed against my side for twenty years- my only companion in the apathy of this dangerous world. Then one day, a man with eyes colder and more troubled than my own, deftly took my only friend. I died in an alley paved with filth, with familiar steel in a heart of stone.
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Make whatever comments you want, so long they are constructive. Be honest, if you think it's trash-please tell me why.
Thanks in Advance,
-Jonathan.