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Sep 2018
you were always good with guns
you hanlded them with sence of grace
firmly, gracefully.
I used to be the one you talked to
the one you told your secrets to
the one you would laugh with
the one you would cry with;
but now you talk to her
you tell her your secrets
you laugh with her
you cry with her.
and now i'm crying by myself.
you were always good with guns
you hanlded them with sence of grace
firmly, gracefully.
load
aim
fire
and there goes my heart.
Written by
Celestite  14/F/somewhere lmao idk
(14/F/somewhere lmao idk)   
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