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Not that kind of love -
September 6th 2016, 02:44 PM
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I dont really like it, I just need need to write I guess.
You have a different kind of love
A kind of love
full of rage
shakes me in fear
A special kind of love that makes me want to disappear
I was born on the battlefield
forced into military training
I am screaming
I am pleading
Get me out of here
He already pickled my heart and chewed up my soul
I feel it in my guts, there's this massive empty hole
I will draw all my blood out
Pour it in a ditch in the ground
Bury it before he can see
Before he gets here
Because, he is after my blood
He is after my blood
He is after me
Re: Not that kind of love -
September 6th 2016, 02:48 PM
This is super thought provoking and very well done.
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
Re: Not that kind of love -
September 6th 2016, 08:41 PM
I like the line about it being a special kind of love that makes you want to disappear, and the part about being born in a boot camp. I like it all though! Hope to see more from you soon.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first
Re: Not that kind of love -
September 7th 2016, 09:04 AM
You conveyed the emotion very well. My favorite part is the repetition of the phrase "he is after my blood", I definitely felt the urgency and panic behind it. Great job!