i've bitten my tongue so much that it bleeds because it stops me from talking, helps to keep the peace. it stains my lips red as a reminder that your words can start wars, hurting those around you and leaving destruction in their wake. for what is the worth of the blood of one when it has saved the lives of many?
You impacted me in a way I can't put into words. You saved me, but, in the end, no one could save you. I'm sorry this is how your story had to end. You'll live on. r.i.p. xxxtentacion