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I am empty egg shells and broken memories. I am all that you don't want to be. My brain is foetid and my dreams are rotting and I smell of that sickly-sweet stench that makes you gag. I'm not perfect. I use contractions and I don't sit straight and my handwriting is illegible illegible illegible I am illegible and you cannot read the scars scrawled under my skin. They are written on my broken bones and they are the runes that make my brain rot until it drips out of my nose in a bloody, gooey mess that somebody will have to clean up.
And in reality, that somebody is me. I am the cleaner-upper of messes and I am the second letter of the alphabet. My heart is a concrete monstrosity and it sits like a black hole in the centre of my universe. It steals the light of the fireworks and the stars in my eyes and I am left blank-faced and staring.
I am nothing.
I am a hole in the universe.
I am you.
You are me.
We are six billion and it's nearly seven and it doesn't even matter because our sun will swallow us all if we don't kill ourselves first. Our sun will swallow us all and then it will die and then its remnants will be swallowed by a black hole or my black hole or the centre of the galaxy or the edge of the universe and we're all going to die.
We're all going to die.

Take me to the edge of the universe.
Don't bring me back again.

Take me to the edge of the universe.

Don't bring me back again.

Description
I am empty egg shells and broken memories. I am all that you don't want to be. My brain is foetid and my dreams are rotting and I smell of that sickly-sweet stench that makes you gag. I'm not perfect. I use contractions and I don't sit straight and my handwriting is illegible illegible illegible I am illegible and you cannot read the scars scrawled under my skin. They are written on my broken bones and they are the runes that make my brain rot until it drips out of my nose in a bloody, gooey mess that somebody will have to clean up.
And in reality, that somebody is me. I am the cleaner-upper of messes and I am the second letter of the alphabet. My heart is a concrete monstrosity and it sits like a black hole in the centre of my universe. It steals the light of the fireworks and the stars in my eyes and I am left blank-faced and staring.
I am nothing.
I am a hole in the universe.
I am you.
You are me.
We are six billion and it's nearly seven and it doesn't even matter because our sun will swallow us all if we don't kill ourselves first. Our sun will swallow us all and then it will die and then its remnants will be swallowed by a black hole or my black hole or the centre of the galaxy or the edge of the universe and we're all going to die.
We're all going to die.

Take me to the edge of the universe.
Don't bring me back again.

Take me to the edge of the universe.

Don't bring me back again.