A decade ago, never thought I would be
At twenty-three
On the verge of spontaneous combustion
Woe is me
But I guess that it comes
With the territory
An ominous landscape of
Neverending calamity
I need you to hear, I need you to see
That I have had all I can take
And exploding seems like a definite possibility
To me
Pardon me while I burst
Into flames
I've had
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