Leaving the club. Sliding the key into the slot. Justin drunk. Entering State Street in SLC. listening to Handsome. The lights above us cascade on the roof of the car like a black and grey evolving tapestry. Justin would later take his own life.
It's like being trapped inside of an abandoned refrigerator.
The air gets thinner and thinner but I will never die
People who walk by hear the screaming and say
"Hey there is somebody trapped in that refrigerator"
But no one will open it
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