It hurts to watch
the silent death walk,
skin spread loosely over bones.
"I'm eating," she claims.
Please don't lie
as you casually kill yourself.
It's like hearing screeching nails on a chalkboard.
It's like hearing screeching nails on a chalkboard.
The truth will set you free
and reflect light into your empty eyes,
to behold the beauty I see.
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