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On the cold concrete floor I laid
On the hard clay tiles, these drizzle abrade
On the mind, countless thoughts splayed
Does none ever wonder
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This insatiable hunger I feel, stomach turning, an endless spiral.
Migraine, a constant torture.
Skin that doesn't suit me.
Bones that are too heavy to carry.
Joints aching every waking moments
What for?
Would it all end if I just killed myself?
I feel tired. I wish tomorrow wouldn't come.