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In every effort to make myself smaller


Break me down to flesh Tear every string of meat from my bones Grit your teeth through the fat Savour every bit of muscle I've made myself as digestible as I can Eat all the best cuts from my battered corpse Stew the remaining bits The bones will make a mean broth Drink it all down So I don't have to see it anymore I can't see it anymore I cannot stomach it
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ARPoggy

I can't imagine a world where I get better, I really want to see it When you secretly replace your personality with a mental illness🥴😶😔🤚🤦‍♀️

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