disorder

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bones, bones
shattering and breaking
inducing my awakening
bones bones
brittle and snapping
a tomb entrapping
bones bones
I am alone
in my skeleton of bones

{this poem relates to having an eating disorder, and the desolation it causes to your body. I am in no way mocking or making a satirical statement here}

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