People thought I was bulletproof,
that's why they keep pulling the trigger,
aiming the bullets towards me.They thought I wouldn't die,
but I'm tired of resuscitating
I'm sick saving myself.
I just hope they wouldn't
they wouldn't have regrets
for being the source of my death.
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Thoughts in my Head
PoetryA collection of random thoughts that bothers in my head and need to let it out.