I believe you/them/mostly me

EVERYTHING
WAS
ON
FIRE
THAT
NIGHT

and all I can remember is this:

You’re one of the best

brightest spots

How odd to know they will come for me
I have no doubts
but also
I have no regrets

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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