Why You Pull The Trigger
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Complete Tue, Dec 17, 201331m
The sounds in my head, creating beautiful melody.
Every song that plays gets scratched and play painful screeches.
These scars just won't heal. Bullets pierced at the very center of my heart.
Every time I try to forget, these memories just keep coming back.
Many have tried to condole me yet they only push the knife farther down.
No matter what I do, it's the same, hide the feelings. Just smile.
Everybody has their own problems.
No need to bother them with mine anymore.
And I'm pretty sure the less they know the better...
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