Ouch.
This hurts.
Make it stop.
This hurts.
Make it stop.
My heart is so heavy.
I think it might pop.
I think it might pop.
Every word, a bullet.
Shot to my chest.
Shot to my chest.
I feel like a prisoner,
under arrest.
under arrest.
I breathe in.
I breathe out.
There’s no point in screaming.
No point to shout.
I breathe out.
There’s no point in screaming.
No point to shout.
Just breathe in.
Just breathe out.
Just breathe out.
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