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Oct 2020
There's a though I have to let out
A beast, trapped in my mind.
Going wild.
It won't let me sleep,
Won't let me eat.
I've became sick,
I face my reflection,
And I don't recognize the person in front of me.
Sick, thin,
A sack of bones.
Hollowed thighs,
Bloodshot eyes.
Rita
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Rita  19/F
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