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Apr 2011
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 ****** fire
I take every blow with laughter spilling over in my eyes
Diamonds hang like glass from my pupils when i cry
Was feeling powerful when i wrote this.
Emma Jacobson
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Emma Jacobson  United States
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