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loaded gun


you think you can play with my heart

boy i’m not a fucking harp.

you think u can treat me like shit

sexualize me just to submit.

i’m not a part of your little game,

your big charade

all of your careless acts and hopeless antics

trying to fuck with my whole dynamic.

you think you’ve won

but boy the game has just begun

i’m a loaded gun

you better fucking run. 

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