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Sep 2015
The smallest of things
Can trigger it off
Pierce a hole through my heart.

When I hear your name
When I see you smile
When you hold her and not me
When you laugh at her jokes and not mine

Stop making me bleed little by little.
Stop giving me pain in small doses
Just pull the **** trigger and be done with it.
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