Broken quil
Letter after letter
Word after word
Bleeding the same old emotions
From the same rusty broken heart
Hurting and hurting till i fall
And i still try to love like av never hurt before
I think its better that i bleed words on paper
Than lose myself in another's pepper
@outlaw_thee_rique
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