Catastrophe Waitress

Burn me my loathing burn me

Make me weep for solitude for that which I wish so hard

So difficult to make amends so difficult

Not that I have joined, in reprieve, my family

In fault and tolerance

But that I wish to know more than before and

And, and, and…

That’s how it goes

We all sell our souls but for good?

But for good

Catastrophe waitress take me into your diner and

Shine the light for my fellow guests

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