you call me too skinny,
you point out my bones,
i call you a liar,
thinking that,
you are teasing.
so i starved,
and lost more weight,
but not enough,
just one more pound,
always just one more.
but now it seems,
that you were right,
i have wasted,
away into nothing.
i feel so light,
i feel so free,
almost like i could float away,
away into the sky,
never to return....
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