Withering Away

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A beautiful fake smile wearing,

Hides my internal tearing.

I spend my days stealing,

Robbing my body of healing.

Bones and ribs are showing,

Baggy clothes keep them from knowing.

I front of their eyes I consume,

My thoughts then turn to doom.

It comes up so easy and quick,

Wipe my eyes so I don't look sick.

Walk back to dinner with a smile

I'm an empty actor filled with guile.

 

 

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