Trigger the horse you rode in on
Triggers,
they drag us through the mud
submerse our judgement in weakness
tango with our senses
I used to have a trigger finger
and
a trigger to remember
and
a memory to forget
and
more time
and
triggers
Now that horse doesn't come around much.
sometimes
it's best to look
a gift horse in the mouth
they drag us through the mud
submerse our judgement in weakness
tango with our senses
I used to have a trigger finger
and
a trigger to remember
and
a memory to forget
and
more time
and
triggers
Now that horse doesn't come around much.
sometimes
it's best to look
a gift horse in the mouth
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