I wasn't entirely sure if he was an angel or a devil but i begged him to pull the trigger when i looked into the barrel of his father's gun and he pointed it at my skull and fucking hell, it felt like a kiss that the wind swept away too quickly.
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Poetry"he's colder than ice but god, he lights up a fire in my chest." a collection of sad words about numb skin and cold hearts
