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Created on: August 26, 2008
Thin as a rail
A fragile feather
Pallid skin
Stretched over a hollow frame
Gaunt and gangling
Aching fiercely
Deadened eyes
Paint a portrait of pain
Yet the mirror mocks
With piercing laughter
Burying the broken
Under a heap of blame
"Fat and ugly
worthless waste
a circus freak show
fit to be erased
How can you live
so bloated, tubby
God-forsaken
and disgraced"
Reflections haunt
the soul so deeply
Eyes are blinded
by self-hate
Caring words and reaching hands
Are shrugged aside
Worried whispers only push paranoia
Toward suicide
But that fateful act is already begun
For malnourished mind
And body combine
To kill the soul
From the inside
A slender candle
Burning bright
Blows itself out
With one last gasping breath
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