TW- {Implied Starvation}
I don't want to eat anymore.
Not in this house.
Not anywhere.
But they constantly pester me,
About the lunch I haven't eaten at school.
Maybe no food at all,
Will suffice.
A fitting punishment.
I'll let the ants crawl up my skin,
because maybe they'll love me more,
for the body I have.
The body I cannot change;
Nor love.
-Rue
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PoetryThere's no really way of me saying of what's going to be in here, because when I write; I'm very unpredictable. But I can ensure you that I'll write with deep concepts in mind. Rue can write in here if they like, this book ISN'T just for me. (I wan...
