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Nov 11
tw: ed--------

you tell me about your success,
but what have you gained
when you are proud of your loss?

less,
and less,
"just a little bit more",
you lose a part of yourself everyday
and take pride in it,
you open schrodinger's box
and you're glad when the cat is dead,
you **** yourself
in the name of "living well".

what did the child inside you do to you?

why do you starve it,
deprive it,
and punish it
for not looking sickly,
emaciated,
tortured enough?
why do you love pain so much?

but alas,
by all means,
go ahead,
hurt yourself more,
it won't ever be enough.
you know it.

blame yourself,
blame your parents,
blame god.
in the end,
you can take the kid
from the abuse,
but never the abuse
from the kid.

don't do unto yourself what they have done to you.

they will never learn.
i hope you will.
Written by
Micha
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     Ben Noah Suresh and Kayla S
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