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i’d burn the little i have left, but it’d hurt less to light my chest / how has been burned there already, but the answer feels like smoke / i never handled my sins or this hell as i should’ve, but i paid my penance / each coal is a reminder i cherish you, but my hands still try to let go / the evidence is past third degree, but it hurts less than it would to forget / i recall when a flame felt right, & i convinced myself i’d always know / but it’ll be my suicide, as if lying down in this hell could give me rest