December
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my words drown in the inches of your criticism,
but you honestly don't care if i'll choke,
on each breathe I exhale,
thoughtless.
winds blow through barrels,
and whistles down your 45,
shoot me dead,
the decay will catch up
To think if you cared,
It would kill to feel alive,
again.
You're beautiful and you know it
but you honestly don't care if i'll choke,
on each breathe I exhale,
thoughtless.
winds blow through barrels,
and whistles down your 45,
shoot me dead,
the decay will catch up
To think if you cared,
It would kill to feel alive,
again.
You're beautiful and you know it
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