Anxiety hot flashes

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Inside it is burning. 
Cooking my entrails with a hot dazing pain.
Too tired to cool down.
Too tired to repent.
I'm going to melt away.
Melt away with me?
I'll wait at your door.
Tell me when you're ready.
It will be just like before.

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