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Nov 2013
i starve myself
in hopes that the hydrochloric acid in my stomach
will eventually erode away my insides
till I am naught but an empty shell;
hollow, like
how my heart feels these days,
It should be noted that my writing poems is worrying because it seems to be tied to my depression.
Aya Baker
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Aya Baker  Singapore
(Singapore)   
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