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Two beats, then four.
My heart is pounding more and more
As you walk through the door and
My stomach falls through the floor.
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Four beats, eight
Soon it will be too late
For there's red on my skin
And only ice on my plate.
The sight of my bones and people again see what they ate.
Nothing will help at this rate.
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My bones are brittle.
I'm eating very little.
Of it all, I'm stuck in the middle.
Suddenly I feel so little,
Like the body fat in my middle.
This was never for approval.
Just me wanting a self-removal.
To just press delete
Would be easy, bittersweet.
The end is just what I want to meet.
*** ***.
My heart continues to beat.
I want it to stop.
Why?
Take a seat.
It all started when I was very small.
I was quiet, shy, and hardly spoke at all.
Even then I could feel it.
I knew I was different,
But didn't know why.
Couldn't ask because I was too shy.
Couldn't tell me this was fake at all.
I could feel the sadness in my stomach like a ball
That was 5 foot tall.
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Since then, it kept going on.
I had to stay strong
For far too long.
I can't take it anymore so I rip my heart out and throw it on the floor
Out the door
To you because I feel like you could use it more
Than I