Woe is me
Made from a stupid decision born a mistake. Surely life let me live because I'm a miracle right? Makanalani after all. What if life just made a mistake it made me and then it failed to kill me. Well in any other time period before now I would've died a sad mistake and be deemed just not fit but life made a mistake.
Eggs in one basket one with a hole—now that's a mistake. Ignoring the signs put up by the basket saying "hey there's something wrong with me I'm telling you now" it's the baskets fault for not being all there; what a useless basket. A stupid choice—a mistake all the basket has ever been, all has ever felt like yet you will make sure it knows... it's right.
You'll tell it now like you've told it before "I'm stupid I chose you, you are humiliating and defective you get chosen and I get the short end of the stick. are you happy?" and the basket can't say anything because it is a basket
It will try to hold your eggs none the less no matter how stupid of a basket it is. Maybe it's because deep down it knows that's all it's good for. Maybe it's because it knows that it can be replaced with a fuller basket, or maybe just maybe it's because it doesn't want to give up on you even when it feels like you want it to give out and die—so you can finally move on.
If you want a dead basket you should just say so that way it can crumble knowing that it's still pleasing you—the one thing it's ever wanted to do.
The basket will wither and die and you won't bat an eye. It had a hole in it you're better off without that fucking basket it was a stupid choice anyway.
As the earth consumes the basket it can only hope you'll come back to see where it lays once in a while, hopefully you'll have some good memories to look back on and maybe even miss it. The baskets last thought will be of you and your last thoughts of it will be of gratitude that you're no longer stuck with the stupid choice you've made.