Starvation
You can see the fading of my skin
My heart has never felt this thin
I do not do this for myself
But because I cannot see anything else
The leaves on the trees are stronger than me
For the air gives them much to eat
I slip away and turn gray, unseen
I become a ghost, only the ground hears my pleas.
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