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SUICIDE MOTE II I have stopped eating. I have done this to expand the emptiness that you have left. Since you been gone, I can do whatever I want. And I want to be thin. Pristine. Perfect in your eyes. I want to feel, concretely, my bones, to know that there's something real about me. I want my body to show what my mind feels, that without you, I am less and less; I am nothing. I am exorcising my right to free breath. I am at war with myself, and I'll take no prisoners. I want to see how much nothing I can be -- I have stopped eating.