Sep 2024
There’s a dagger in my chest with a story on it
A knife in my back screaming betrayal.
There’s a bullet hole in my forehead where the gun pointed.
Now this hearts just too frail.
A knife in my back screaming betrayal.
There’s a bullet hole in my forehead where the gun pointed.
Now this hearts just too frail.
Bullets and daggers
(27/F/Texas)
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