You left a knife in my back and I had to pull it out...now it stays in my hand and against my thighs painting a painting like no other with paint the color of deep red.
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Poetry*Trigger warning* You don't know why you're exhausted? You're fighting a war inside your head everyday. If that is not exhausted I don't know what it is.
knife
You left a knife in my back and I had to pull it out...now it stays in my hand and against my thighs painting a painting like no other with paint the color of deep red.
