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Eyes like windows
Your mouth is a gun.
The words are bullets.
Piercing my heart.
Leaving behind wounds bleeding out all the memories.
My eyes are windows.
Yet you’ll never see the damage inside.
The words are bullets.
Piercing my heart.
Leaving behind wounds bleeding out all the memories.
My eyes are windows.
Yet you’ll never see the damage inside.
Published 25th Jun 2020
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I love how you compare words with bullets. Each of them cause pain in their own way, but words are what can cut deep from the inside. The wound is there even if nobody else can see it
