falling away from what little i was before.
I take laxadives everyday,
for what little food i can force into my body.
This vessel is so vulnerable,
just waiting to be broken down again.
I often cannot breathe.
I often cannot think.
My humble body walks around wishing for a purpose.
Endlessly for a reason to my exsistance.
brittle bones, break.
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