When Will I learn to Live with no Regrets
This house is crowded
I've run out of space for my bones
The way the passage of time is etched into my skin
I've lived an eternity in a year
All the rooms are packed with memory
Once my heart was on fire
I left thoughts like ashes and dust to the cracks they're settling in
Growing tired of my world burning down in front me
I decided to become the flames
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