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"My mind is a canibal,reveling in vicious pleasure |
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watching my body devour itself. |
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The always truthful looking-glass has agreed to a bribe, |
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offered by the inner-eye, |
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and distortion assures me that my skeleton-like state |
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is ravishing...and that I am the envy of all. |
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Pernicious pain makes a sculpture out of me,a ghastly creation |
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which no audience would ever pay to see,except for me |
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Almost consciuosly I permit coercion to comfort me |
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with an insidious vile routine... |
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leaving my emotions famished. |
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My bones have dried like winter's twigs. |
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My concave curves have draped themselves loosely in skin. |
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Like a star burning bright on the threshold of death, |
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I collapse into myself. |
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All day is night, and night... |
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Eternal Blackness. |
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I die...I swallow death |
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I consume it with my voracious appetite |
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It eats me...It digests every part of me |
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I must be happpy with death. |
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It loves me...passionately. It sings to me lullabys |
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I will sleep soundly, |
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safely in the moist darkness of its stomach" |
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written by a patient suffering from anorexia |
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