The pain was like a bullet
It went finding through my flesh
It reached my heart, my soul
Ripped it to pieces, to bits
And hey, I was no bulletproof
But I'd pretend it ricocheted
D.L.D.B.
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Mnemosyne
PoetryCollection of poems and other literary pieces I've created. Please, no thievery. You, clearly, know what I mean. P.S. The photos are mine. Bear with my penmanship. Lol.
