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Sometimes I hold a bullet in my hand,Contemplating.Whats stopping me?Sometimes I grip the steering wheel,Contemplating.I can’t control these tho..
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I don't really know how this is happening.This unsettled feeling of longing and severe mourning.How can I be home sick when there isn't a home anymore..
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Love is not something you fall into,You jump.Maybe the drop is such a surprise you felt pushed,but no, you jumped.You may have closed your eyes,Even h..
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Shut me downBuild me up.Throw it all back in my face.Mistakes you've made,There is no escape.In jagged shreds my heart beats,It is always me that you ..
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Persistently I have inquired on if what I feel is better left unsaid.If my experience should be kept to myself.If my words are a waste, so be it.Try t..
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Through out my life I've passed judgement on women and men in relationships filled with empty promises and consumed in lies. I was amazed at the amoun..
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Sometimes I hold a bullet in my hand,
Contemplating.
Whats stopping me?
Sometimes I grip the steering wheel,
Contemplating.
I can’t control..
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