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mistakes mistakes mistakes, all i ever do is mistakes. fuck up fuck up fuck up, i'm fucked up

2026-07-29

i just feel like,
there is a problem
with us
with me
with you
there is a problem
bridges burn but metal isn't paper
it doesn't turn into ash and scatter away
metal beams, the concrete
none of it dissolve
transform
clearing the debris asks us to clean the debris
and we're at a different point in our lives
and i feel like you no longer wanna be my friend
me, i have the time to clean it up, flowers shooting through wildlife returning,
you
you don't give a shit
i don't remember how it burnt
small lighter burnt a bridge
none of us thought it'd get this big
but it had, it's done
this heart, you reside,
burnmark.
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