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The gun is pointed at my head Yet I happily load it for the ones I love Smile while they threaten to give back the lead Take the blame because I’m just the child And maybe I would be better off dead So **** me with your words and pull the trigger Im sure you’ll complain about the stain, from where I bled
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Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC
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The gun is pointed at my head Yet I happily load it for the ones I love Smile while they threaten to give back the lead Take the blame because I’m just the child And maybe I would be better off dead So **** me with your words and pull the trigger Im sure you’ll complain about the stain, from where I bled
LilGhostGirl
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Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC
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