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there’s a fire in my stomach that’s burning into the stitches and staples. i think it’s a foundry in my stomach. with men molding metal into shapes. i feel like throwing up, my mind is spinning and is going to crash into a telephone booth. i shiver one more time, and the sounds of music crawl into my brain. a thought of you tries to crawl in with it, so i take another sip of this drink. i set my goals and aspire to not wake up in the morning, remembering a damn thing of what happened. i never wanted to be a firefighter anyway. |
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