Burn me.
Destroy every last trace of my existence.
Let my body become the wick
& my possessions the kindling.
I am not me anymore so treat me accordingly.
or fucking throw me in a dumpster behind chili's i'm dead what do i care.
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ginsberg and benzodiazepines
Poetrypoetry, pathetic prose, perhaps prayers and promises
The Final Will and Testiment of a Teenage Junkie
Burn me.
Destroy every last trace of my existence.
Let my body become the wick
& my possessions the kindling.
I am not me anymore so treat me accordingly.
or fucking throw me in a dumpster behind chili's i'm dead what do i care.