“hurt me like the world hurts god”
if you’re not a believer, turn on your favorite song then hurt me to the melody that’s causing your heart strings to snap;
hurt me like roaring tornados disintegrating everything in its path.
hurt me by severing an artery, let’s portray the fear we hide inside by painting with my blood. It’d make such a pretty picture but we’re all too busy tricking our minds into believing that
fear is weakness and weakness is ugly
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Author:
C.A (Pseudonym) (
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