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February 24th, 2024

I will never have the strength to pry my chest open and perform my own open heart

I can’t bare to see what’s within

I hate my insides

I hate the black bile I swallow and spit and the bitter hateful blood that moves me like a machine

I hate the parasites that I don’t evict and the ear worms and obsessions that I protect as well

I hate my liver, used to shoot back drinks like Novocaine

And I hate my steel bar ribs that trap any goodness inside me in a worthless cage

I hate it all

I hate myself