Collapse by The_Writer4

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Panic fills the air as I realize how little I care.

Try to fit my hands around my waist, thinking about what I want to erase.

Stick my fingers down my throat, there is no antidote.

Weigh myself again, my body is about to collapse just a matter of when.

Losing feeling in my limbs, the chance of recovery is increasingly slim.

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