n i n e- her

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I starve myself in hopes
that I can make myself
empty.

Empty of emotions

Empty of feelings

Empty of thoughts

Numb.

So that one day

I'll be light enough to fly

Far, far away

From this place that

Has become my own

Personal hell

-e.l.

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