soldier boy
i wish we had never met,
i wish we had never kissed,
never fucked,
i wish i had never taken your hand in mine,
i wish i had never given you a ring,
i wish you didn’t fucking exist.
so i’ll put the gun to my fucking brain
and blow it fucking out,
so you can stop fucking existing,
and all my wishes will come true.
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