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Jun 2022
Claim me to rid my mind of misery,
although do not weep when my inner grief
grants you no extra power like the ones before me.

Iā€™m warning you now, dear Beast,
all you can gain from this consumption is weight -
I have no power left in storage - but I beg for this.

On my hands and knees; I beg for you
to quieten my screaming weakness.
Alicia Moore
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Alicia Moore  21/F/Ireland
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