I had always felt a bullet shoot through my heart on a regular basis to the point where, today, it is a part of my life, and I love it.
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Bleeding Blue
PoetryI do not see color anymore. I cannot love no more. I don't think I want to live furthermore. Genre: Poetry
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I had always felt a bullet shoot through my heart on a regular basis to the point where, today, it is a part of my life, and I love it.
