if words were bullets you shot me in the head and left me for dead but I still picked the gun up and pulled the trigger because I crave the pain and I crave the words you speak
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
if words were bullets you shot me in the head and left me for dead but I still picked the gun up and pulled the trigger because I crave the pain and I crave the words you speak
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