Sometimes I write
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Empty yr ashtray, man.
There is something dark in my heart.
Tried to put it out like a cigarette last night, couldn’t.
I think my brain is melting cus’ I haven’t felt like myself in weeks.
My head is just a prison full of crimes I’ve not committed.
Kicking rocks until the storm hits.
My stomach is pure liquid.
I think I’ve got this / couldn’t get this.
Chapped lips, yes still persistent.