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the feelings of worthlessness is sickening, the fear of getting caught, to see the pained look in their eyes makes my heart pound

but that's not the only pound i'm worried about, i watched the numbers drop day by day, the bones appear as does the fake smile on my face

the lack of food  make my body weak and my eyes dull; i'm left alone to my thoughts which is something that never should be done, i am numb, so numb hat i cannot feel the blood dripping down my leg

i am lost and need someone to find me.


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