I cut my hands on other people's expectations
And then I decided to reduce my fuel
But they said that I slowly took the path of isolation
Because I made a sacrifice to this rule
I have faithfully served my aim
So the army of the dead called me
But my physical strength remained the same
So it'll be hard for me to hold the tombstone
I tried to remove the varnish from my wrinkled soul
To feel again how diverse life mosaic can be
But the human thirst for suffering hungs like a cloud
Maybe someday I'll be free
eating disorder
© Copyright: Мария Винокурова 2, 2021
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