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Help

Make me feel

Skinny again

Comfortable in

My own skin

Please

Angels are thin

Starve myself

Into Heaven

Indulgence of poor health

I can't stomach myself

I deny myself ample slumber

And instead lie with raw insides and sweaty palms

It's strange to say, I slept without dreaming,

Despair has it's own calms

If I eat anything, it'll be the wings you grew before you died

Seraphs begin to mock my figure

No cheek to harbor tongue, no throat to swallow pride