When I am ending my days
earlier and earlier-
shielding myself from the unfairness
of the world, earlier and earlier,
everynight.
leaving plates of food I love
untouched, unwanted
unable to eat- this pit
only growing larger with time.
when eye contact is unwwanted
for fear someone might see into
my sould and see...me...
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