Echoes

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As it turns out, I have more fingers on my hands than dollars in my pockets.
And I keep losing all of my priorities in all of the wrong places.
Tear me down so you can rebuild me with words—
I want to know about everything you’ve ever done
So I can be a vault of secrets and things that should have never been said. 
So break into me and break me in —
I’ve been told I’m too young to have a spine that screams this often.
Last September I spent four weeks filling the spaces in between my lungs with smoke until I was coughing out my heartbeat—
I’ve been told I still exhale the echoes each time I hold my breath