Madds · Jan 31, 2012
The most beautiful soul I ever knew was lost. Honey, it was you.

i.
49.2
the digital scale continues flashing.
49.2
just a couple kilos more, sweetheart. you'll be dashing.
49.2
it doesn't sound heavy.
but it looks and feels heavy.
49.2
more excercise.
less food. you'll be fine.
49.2

ii.
somewhere along the way we lost you
to everything imaginable.
drugs
alcohol
razors
diets.
we lost you. no one thought you were capable
of self-destruction.

 
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