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You learned how to starve me Without letting me leave the table You trained me to mistake Famine for devotion And still I kept swallowing the scraps You don't understand What it means to hold a body that Beats itself bloody trying to Keep you alive inside of it Stress turns muscle into glass That can only be shattered And I've been shattering Everyday you've said "I don't know" Do you know what it feels like To drown upright in a room while The person you love forgets you Exist? You talk about car oil About money About Ireland Anything to avoid acknowledging The countdown to my own collapse

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