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We are both sinners;
you have stolen from me
so
lost my tool for survival
i became a con-artist
lying with multiple identities
i am alive and well
but
i killed myself.

you'll bear
the responsibility of making me
this sinner.
up to open interpretation.. thievery and disassociative identity disorder..
Rippled in desperation,
Hunger consumed me;
that's why
i ate
paper
and swallowed
poems
 written on it.
Sorry for eating
to myself
and
for
what wasn't *mine.
Plagiarism and anorexia.
Buttery sun rays
bidding farewell to daylight
colours me shameful.
first attempt at haiku...

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