“Aren’t you ashamed?”
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A clip of voice hangs around me,
Whispers me its mind.
Faceless shadows
[like a black void]
Yet again surround me
With a gaping mouth.
I have pieces of cloth
Covering every bit of me,
And long hair curtaining
All jagged edges.

No escaping the wrongness inside me.
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“Aren’t you ashamed?”
“You are repulsive”
“You don’t deserve to eat more”