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Jul 2020
Eat
It's getting harder and harder to eat each day,
The food is tasteless and gray.

I want to eat but I can never seem to hold it down,
So instead I lie over and over and I begin to drown.

I haven't eaten much today, but at least I ate something,
Because something is way better than nothing.

I hope tomorrow I can bring myself to eat more,
And my need to eat will be something I can finally restore.
Broken Pieces
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