i'm not allowed to eat.
i'm not allowed to think.
i'm not allowed to breath
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live.i'm not allowed to eat.
i'm too fat anyway,
the black i always wear hides the extra.hides what i need to get rid of.
i don't eat today, tomorrow.
i feed on yesterday.
my stomach devours itself
and my mind grows on the pain,
i don't learn from yesterday.i use it.
it's the only thing i have left.
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Words are Knives
Poetryperhaps night is dark to provide us less distraction from our nightmares. Ranking: #267 in Poetry #144 in Poetry