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Year and Three Months of Agony
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Seven Your gigantic, red, cotton covered stomach expands into my sight
Slowly at first, and then my consciousness is devoured
Experiencing the chalky, crumbling ivories in my mouth
Falling out of me onto the ground
And I glide right past you
We must turn around now
Your voice courses through my bones
Into the cells that create me
And I want to push you away
I want to push you down
I want to leave you alone,
I want you to be crying and contemplating suicide
I want you to feel vulnerable
I want you to continue to struggle with your words,
So you will never be able to communicate with us
You will always be frustrated and depressed
I need you to feel like you are about to break in two
That you are on the brink of insanity
Holding your head in your hands and pulling your hair out
I need you to feel just like I did, with you
