Insignificant, worthless,
Thats what that number seems.
My weight and my mind,
I feel weak to my knees.
The stomach ache, the sickness,
They both fill me with dread.
The voice, the lack of food,
They go straight to my head
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poems by me
PoetryJust a bit of poetry I've written over a few years so dont judge it too harshly. Plus it does get better as you go on (in my opinion). PLEASE LOOK AT THIS BEFORE READING!!!! If you know me in real life and choose to read this please dont show people...
