Aug 2017
For if I could relive my past,
I'd make you hit me more,
Because the wounds won't last,
It's the scars by your pointed words that will remain.
I'd make you hit me more,
Because the wounds won't last,
It's the scars by your pointed words that will remain.
Don't you all wish certain things could be unheard?
(28/F/Goa)
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