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Sep 2019
there are nights
like this
when i kept on
staring the cracks
at the ceiling
and wonder how
on earth
we keep
justifying
all the bullets
fired at us
just because
we love the
one
pulling
the trigger
I dont know why. I guess I'm not that bulletproofed. Potd. Sept. 23
M e l l o
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