I have gunpowder in my chest instead of a heart now, and it escapes my lips shaped like a bullet with your name on it. Soft people become dangerous when you destroy the things they hold dearest.

I have gunpowder in my chest instead of a heart now, and it escapes my lips shaped like a bullet with your name on it. Soft people become dangerous when you destroy the things they hold dearest.

Nikita Gill