My hands are shaking
My heart is dead
My head is pulsing
My ears went deaf.Little tears of pain
Visiting my eyes again
Bullets hitting
My chest, past feelings.
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PoetryIf it wouldn't be enough I'd feel pages with my tears, burn desires with my flames and tear all apart with no regrets.
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My hands are shaking
My heart is dead
My head is pulsing
My ears went deaf.Little tears of pain
Visiting my eyes again
Bullets hitting
My chest, past feelings.