«b u r n ⊱ poem»

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My heart hurts
I'm searching desperately for air
But my lungs burn
They burn

They burn like the ashes on that small old house on
millard that went down
They burn

Like the molten stones you used to break my bones
They burn

They burn away the last remains of my soul
I knew I wasn't meant to be here
They burn

No more will you hear the cries of the gears sulking at night
They burn

No longer will they grind against my mind as a threat
They burn

I fly away In my dreams
They burn

I wake up to skeleton bones
They burn

The insults hit like trucks
They burn

'I'm okay, no...im okay, please go away'
They're burning

Fire laps at my blood bitten skin
They're burning

The scar tattoo the razor left on my wrists
They burned

The dust settles after a storm
They burned

A moment of bliss
They burned

For now I am calm
They burned

But the fire will return
And burn once again...

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