More than just a diet

by Candie   Jun 5, 2004


Skin and bone,

Pale and wasted.

Winning is

emaciated.

Nothing left,

nothing gone.

Nothing needed,

to survive on.

Just myself-

only me,

To see what no one else can see.

Wishing, wishing, I was dead.

Instead of trapped,

inside my head...

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