He cut the thorns
out of the rose
The only Armor
I hadhe pulled the gun out
Shot my heartIt triggered my Life
And now I've lost
My chance to bloom
To only have these red
petals dripping in my Hands-
Blood--
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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