A losing War

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My heart was murdered cought between your gunshot words and firework touch posion pumping through every vain i explode every time you look at me

Take your razor blade fimerger tips and carve yourself into my body mark your terriotoy and leave it to burn.

Does it matter if the ride was fun, if you die in the end?

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