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Meat of Mine
No chemicals
Some water
No growth
Old shell
New light
Same eyes
Numbers are devils to me
This fleshy shell that garters my worth
She just wants to love herself
Slice it up to something else
Old habits
Heavy tears
Throat ache
No thoughts
Maybe it's because I'm viewed different
Maybe it's because I collapse harder
Maybe I'm not any stronger
It was never an issue before
Now I want myself dead without the consequences
Weight on my heart
Weight on my mind
Weight on my shoulders
My body's demise
If I lost it all
Didn't feel things dig into me
Didn't face change
Didn't eat anything
Could I throw up a new confidence
Do I even have the drive
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