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Personal Piece - Safe - just how i feel
A breeze, a whisper, a voice In my mind
Evil, and harsh yet started so kind.
Controlling my thoughts my actions, my food
To not eat for four day that willl be good
A bump, an inch. Enough to loose
Bones or life I have to choose
To see my skin barely cover my ribs
As though they are fighting to free this crib
This hell it has created I cant escape my mind
I will be free only when my body has resigned.
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