A Weapon of My Own
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mirabinx They/them. I’m just a smol song-writer.
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TW: Su****al thoughts.

A Weapon of My Own

If

If I

If I was

If I was smart

I

I would

I would kill

I would kill myself

Put a gun up to my head and

Pull

Pull the

Pull the trigger

No

I’m not gonna live with hate

No

I won’t leave it up to fate

You’re

A little of a lot too late

I

Will not meet you at the gate

The gate to Hell

Where you belong

Don’t even try to run

Try to hurt me again

I’m done standing back while you drive the knife deeper

I’ll use your own weapon against you

I have a sharper tongue

You just have your built up rage

What good are words when they don’t make any sense

Babbling nonsense while I have the upper hand

Good riddance to you and your fucking filthy mouth. : )

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