My body is an apple core with all the good parts eaten away.
Mind-body duality is a trap when she's got both, but neither can hold her.
I'm disappearing so quietly. Please notice.
Let me starve.
"You're destroying yourself" they say. "Good" I reply.
Hunger is almost as sour as nostalgia.
Being tangible is my worst fear.
Weakness builds momentum. It's strange that way.
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