when you say the 7 daggers, is that a real number from something, or does it just feel right?
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Let me wear my favorite 60s pompadour, and my blue shirt. I don't want to touch on our relationship right now. It's not easy for me to talk about it, my heart has 7 daggers that make it bleed. It's not something as simple as a quadratic equation or uniform rectilinear motion in physics. That's why I feel at rock bottom, at the bottom of the well. Finding expectations in a love that's already broken. The smell of Sicilian lemon reminds me of you, fruity, but sour. I don't want to touch on our re
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when you say the 7 daggers, is that a real number from something, or does it just feel right?
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Let me wear my favorite 60s pompadour, and my blue shirt.
I don't want to touch on our relationship right now.
It's not easy for me to talk about it,
my heart has 7 daggers that make it bleed.
It's not something as simple as a quadratic equation
or uniform rectilinear motion in physics.
That's why I feel at rock bottom, at the bottom of the well.
Finding expectations in a love that's already broken.
The smell of Sicilian lemon reminds me of you,
fruity, but sour.
I don't want to touch on our relationship right now.
It's not easy for me to talk about it.
There are many shackles on us.
I feel at rock bottom, sinking deeper and deeper as if I were in the ocean.
And everywhere I see you, I have traumatic memories.
You should never have thought of leaving,
now I don't feel you anymore.
My heart has 7 daggers that make it bleed.
It's not something as simple as a quadratic equation
or uniform rectilinear motion in physics.
I'm sinking, searching for a love that no longer exists.
You should never have thought of leaving,
you were caught by the breath of the wind,
you'll still be here, I have you,
I'll take you, I'll make you mine, yes I have you.
Sinking as if I were in the ocean.
And in every place I see you, I have traumatic memories.
You should never have thought of leaving.
It's not something simple that I'll solve, like composing a song,
I'm adrift in loneliness again, it's not just that.
I'll be alone again, completely adrift in loneliness.
Alone again.
The bleeding heart - Judson Kaique 28-07-2026
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do people close to you know what you're going through, or is this the first time telling?
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that whole 'can't talk about it but here's everything' feeling, oof.
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okay but the 60s pompadour and blue shirt opener is such a look
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all the sinking imagery kind of blurs together for me. is that the point or am i overthinking it?
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when you say the 7 daggers, is that a real number from something, or does it just feel right?
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memories tied to a person like that... yeah, they don't let go.
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was any of this from your own breakup, or are you imagining someone else's?
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cycling back through the same images over and over, yeah.
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