Burning
my throat burns
its hard to breath
it all comes up
i feel empty
the painting in the mirror
still is not perfect
my eyes water and turn red
shallow breathes
i feel it in my throat
i feel empty
my picture still does not
have the angles i wish
to many juts and circles
voices ringing in my head
telling me
telling me
telling me
too much there
too much here
i eat feeling guilty afterwards
so my throat burns
its hard to breath
my eyes water and turn red
i feel empty
but no longer guilty
the painting in the mirror
still is not perfect
still does not have the angles
i wish
i still feel emptyf
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