And in the morning, only one of us will remain unaffected.
We both know that the one of us isn't me.
You can pretend that bullets are raindrops that bounced off my skin all you want.
But little beads of water shouldn't make me bleed.
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Poetry"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am...
