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They say you are what you eat
and I was raised on a diet of empty
now I am hollow
I eat guilt in place of lemon cake
because it lands at the bottom of my stomach like a feather
and all I want is to be lightweight
so I keep eating summer air
but the mere breeze doesn’t make me shrink
and it doesn’t keep me breathing
they say you are what you eat
I keep eating mistakes
and I was one
I keep eating my secrets so I can be mysterious
But the only thing it makes me is
sicker
Maybe I should eat a bandage
So I could become a fixer upper
For my broken heart
Maybe I should eat happy
But she ran away
with another greedy fucker
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This poem is heartfelt and relatable! Read mine? https://vocal.media/fiction/a-lusty-story