Blood

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He cut the thorns
out of the rose
The only Armor
I had

he pulled the gun out
Shot my heart

It triggered my Life

And now I've lost
My chance to bloom
To only have these red
petals dripping in my Hands

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Blood

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11-02-17

(A/N) .

I really fucking hate this day,
I rarely cursed but rn I fucking don't care!
He literally made a mess inside my head and successfully cross my boundary, I am the very considerate person but I just now realize that I can't be polite to all people and it's really possible to feel hate towards someone so close-minded as him! And it's making blood boil, and fuck, I literally hate my self whenever I let my temper explode.

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