I carved my throat with the razor of your love
while your eyes were carefully painting bullet holes on my
chest. And the scars from your nails are yet to fade,
which makes me happy because they are the last thing
that reminds me of you.
while your eyes were carefully painting bullet holes on my
chest. And the scars from your nails are yet to fade,
which makes me happy because they are the last thing
that reminds me of you.
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d:
I don't think I would successful either...
halox29290:
sometimes our deepest wounds are the ones no one sees