This is what I feel:
One day I'm going to be able to exhale all the fire I've been burning in.
Never soon enough but a day not too far away. Right now I feel like I'm going to perish in my flames. The only thing I hold on to is the fact that probably one day I won't have to burn. Instead I'll just be well-tempered. I'll be able to blaze right through all the shit.
My head tells me different: What I think I know is that you really just burn more and more as time goes by and the shit just piles up higher and higher. I don't know if this is true and I really hope it isn't. But it could be. I need to talk to more old people.
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