dark poetry
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This poem tears apart the illusion that weight gain equals happiness. Beneath a “healthy” body might be something starved, hollow, and quietly decaying—an inner life no one bothers to see. Dark, raw, and unapologetic, it exposes the cost of being visibly fine while starving inside.
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Not all famines strike the belly. Some live beneath the ribcage, where marrow aches for what it’s never given.
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