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Dec 2024
My teeth are rotting.
My bones are sinking.
My hair is knotted and unwashed.
My stomach is hollow.

I'm wasting away, and I really should get out of this bed.
I really should brush my teeth,
Take a shower,
Go outside,
Eat some food,
Drink some water.

I'm wasting away, but this bed is warm.
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Icarus  Agender
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