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Striking ribcage showing through my chest
Thin, frail skin spilling over my breast
Bones poking out, failing at this test
Comments reminding me just never rest

Dropping forty pounds in two months isn't normal
But I don't follow any rules, they're all too formal
The way I look is all I have at times, I'm sorry
But the way I felt before did so much to scar me

So here I am today, falling to pieces
Avoiding sweets and any food cooked deep in greases
Hoping one day I can respect my reflection
But the ***** I see is so used to rejection
The atoms that make up
The outermost layer of my skin
Repel yours the least
In some sort of metaphoric nuclear fusion
Though we may not release photons
With each touch
And we're not quite travelling fast enough
To create such an explosive reaction
In a physical sense
It seems that you still turn
my mass
into energy
 Jun 2015 Dan McGowan
niamh
He was a ***** dog.
She had the ****** snacks.
If I could see only dishonesty and corruption
I wish I was blind
If i could hear only evil
I wish I was deaf
If I could speak only stupidity
and nonsense
I wish I was dumb
If I couldnt use my hands
to help others
I wish I was a torso
If I could be cruel and selfish
I wish I was dead
Because, there is no use
to be alive
When we are not able to
show any resposibility to
the world!
----de3pak
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