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one day i will eat something and it will be my last meal. my body will consume itself to keep me going and when theres nothing left, ill start to rot. my skin will cling to my bones before sloughing off in decomposition. my teeth that once bit into bread and fruit will fall out of my skull, no longer held in by my gums. the bugs that i once flinched away from will find me and fester inside my viscera. the floor beneath me will stain and hold the shape of my corpse until they tear up the boards and replace them. the stench of my consequences will sink in the paint on the walls and will come back on those humid summer nights to remind someone that there once was a boy who hungered for love

not to be dramatic but sometimes i feel like i don't belong anywhere on this earth like maybe all there is for me is perpetual loneliness + constant desire to go back to a place that doesn’t exist anymore