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Hit me with everything you got Because I love every last shot All of these bullet holes are filled with iron My veins drip with bloody fire I take every blow with laughter spilling over in my eyes Diamonds hang like glass from my pupils when i cry

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emma-jacobson

American

Published: Apr 1, 2011
LinesWords: 648

Notes: Was feeling powerful when i wrote this.

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