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Jan 2020
I’m slicing my arm open to stick these bullets inside
So I’ll have ammunition when I look into your eyes
I need help getting over this hill of my own making
I’m quaking in my boots with every compliment your taking
Inject the ****** in my blood, it’s never never enough
Each smile like an ****** cloud handcuff
My hands and feet are tied together,
So I haven’t been able to weather this chase
My heart’s beating out my chest, losing the race
If I could slip this noose and escape in you
The love in my chest might finally ignite the spark
All that’s needed as the bullets rip me apart.
Zee
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Zee  M
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