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I'm Not Talking About Food

Do I starve myself
Or is it done for me?
I cannot find the nourishment.
That's why I'm so angry.
My body's not sustained
It's empty like a shell.
And people wonder why
I say I rot in hell.

Though is it done for me?
Do I do this on my own?
I'm just doing all the things
That I've been taught and shown.
Maybe I'm better off,
Dieing oh so slow,
Cause in a world like this
That's the way to go.

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Written September 28th, 2006

A contest entry

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  • Night Terrors
    October 1, 2006
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    this is good you got confused on a word though "dyeing" don't you mean dieing? dyeing means to color something. I am not going to count off or anything I do that to myself sometimes too. Well good luck in the contest this was a very cool poem!


  • Necromantic Snow
    September 30, 2006
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    Interesting.... I like it.

    There are a few things it seems like you could be talking about, making it reach a lot of people with different problems as opposed to only reaching out to a certain group of people...

    Great job! =]