Apr 2021
You rip my heart out
you stomp it on the ground
yet somehow I am the bad guy
because I ask for the pieces
Its okay, you can have them
I need nothing more than my empty shell.
you stomp it on the ground
yet somehow I am the bad guy
because I ask for the pieces
Its okay, you can have them
I need nothing more than my empty shell.
(22/M/California)
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