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time spent alone for her is that time spent kneeling before a toilet bowl beating her gut relieving her soul an empty chalice waits to be fillt she eases malice when fillt is spillt Out! let me rid myself of this stomached burden I can't bear toothpaste and mineral supplements I'm a fucking professional. or perhaps a bulimic artiste those uninitiated fools "she's getting better" I'll show them nothing of pain duly, dully, swallowed and here it comes again! damn, last time. my throat burns my phone rings a bag breaks its not working another chance gut dance personal "ritual" creature habitual pain indeed but I will be freed! of my need! new creed coming too late? for while I wait, pain must be sate heart, mind sedate the urge to purge will set me straight.
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