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I miss the small sting ;
The sharp edges,
The emptiness in my lungs, 
The hollow pit in my stomach 

I miss the water drowning my wind pipe,
The hunger, 
I miss the stones, 
I miss swimming in sweaters.

I miss the way that I was treated like a piece of glass,
And the iciness of my skin. 
I miss the dizzy stars around my head. 

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