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i cut myself into sections.
disecting every imperfection.
every move i make
is another mistake.

walking, walking, eyes on my feet.
watching, watching, eyes on what i eat.
all-seeing eyes, all on me.
critical eyes in the mirror, staring at me.

can't run, can't escape; it's too late.
trapped, i suffocate.
bullets whisting through my head,
no use, i'm already dead.

battle between strong and weak.
strength is impossible with a view so bleak.
hiding behind the daily mask.
honestly, is honesty too much to ask?





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