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Poem - if anyone could think of a name for any of these poems i would be greatful
There’s a gaping hole inside
That food won’t subside.
So I’m perfecting my emptiness
Looking for some happiness.
If I find some control
I’ll fill this hole?
Control is power,
Delicate as a flower
With my bones on show
And a heart full of woe.
I’ll keep fighting on
For as long as there’s a dawn
I’ll break through the defences
Regardless of the consequences
To attain the unreachable
Thin, beauty, perfection
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