I feel this heat rise inside of me.
And I'm not sure how much I can take.
Before my seams split entirely, before the vessels in me break.
When I explode please make an outline where my feet once stood strong.
And spread my ashes in this plastic ashtray where my kind belongs.
This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things
This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things
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