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It feels like there’s a noose around my head Just hoping Wishing Praying , I was dead No matter how many times I pull It doesn’t move I’m just staring with a blank expression The pain I’m feeding on is food Too many times I’ve given you my ammo Watch you load up my own gun Too many times I helped you pull the trigger Even on your own sun And now All the pain I’ve been suppressing Is going to fire back It’s not fun being a young gay girl In this world who’s black
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC
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It feels like there’s a noose around my head Just hoping Wishing Praying , I was dead No matter how many times I pull It doesn’t move I’m just staring with a blank expression The pain I’m feeding on is food Too many times I’ve given you my ammo Watch you load up my own gun Too many times I helped you pull the trigger Even on your own sun And now All the pain I’ve been suppressing Is going to fire back It’s not fun being a young gay girl In this world who’s black
karmawasabi
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC
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