what's in there? what are you holding? are you keeping someone hostage? or is it full of secrets? fluid? tumor(s) maybe?
i wanna take an ice cream scoop and dig in and play with all the extra you-know-what. i wonder what i'd find. i'd probably be dissapointed. it's probably all flab, or too much bone , or pus (EWW) but if i stay optimistic, maybe gold or secrets or flowers or maybe even love! i'd love to hold some right about now. i'd put it in little jars and label it based on what it is. i would keep it in my closet and would write a million blog entries about it because i'd be so inspired. that is, until my mom raids my room as she does every now and then and finds your you-know-what in my you-know-where (closet, dumbass). and then it would be straight to the trash or down the toilet.
why does everything have to end in tragedy?
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