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crack me open
scoop out the rot
what’s left?
is there anything left?
I hope so
I hope I am not just rot,
just damage,
just a thing to be thrown out
I will survive if I am
but still...
scoop it out
fix me up
i beg for anything that might listen to me
anything that will listen
will come and save me
from my own misery
tat doesn’t belong here
I whished it did
life would be easer
I would be lighter
I would be happier
without the rot
without myself