I've forgotten all of the beautiful things. I stare down at my palms and the lines will not speak to me. There are no answers. Anywhere.

I wonder how my feet do not give way from beneath me. How I walk from day to day. Desperation in my heart. Starvation in my guts. My insides pulling me, pushing me from within.

The world around me abounds, but I can only feel my smallness now.

Tiny little creature.

Curled up.

Weary head.

Broken heart.

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