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Sep 2014
I fell into the thought that I was nothing,
That nothing would get better,
The mind controls all.
I'd been told many times, "what we think, we become."
And it's true,
I was becoming less
And less,
I was becoming nothing.

I didn't walk poised,
I walked unnoticed.
I didn't work with pride,
I slipped under the radar,
Good enough,
I guess,
Better than nothing.
But almost nothing.

I didn't start conversations,
I didn't contribute to them either.
I said nothing.
I didn't answer calls from friends,
I stopped replying to texts from worried family members,
They received nothing.
I couldn't consume rich foods on holiday,
I couldn't gain anything.
I couldn't look my parents in the eyes anymore,
I was such a **** up,
I was nothing.
"What's wrong?"
"nothing."
Emma Pickwick
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