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it's coming for me.
10:47 pm / 24.06.04

I am dying

the summer is not summer

it is winter in the heat

global warm me

someone ought to have warned me

that this summer isn't summer in summer

it's summer in hell

the flames lick the fat parts of my body

while the cool iced tea slides to the middle of my bones

i can't feel my marrow.

i can only feel my failure

my failure and my doom.

if only my death would come sooner.

i could meet my failure and

hop on it all the way

to the summer this is supposed to be.

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