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C.G. Andrews
To paraphrase Vonnegut; unrelieved villainy is killing me. Still I repeat my failings time and again without consideration of the consequences. I am a writer.

I am Nothing

I saw death in the mirror today

Folds of my putrid fat draped down around my jeans and devoured all that at one time made me good

I am a sick, fat, piece of disgusting nothing

I am nothing

I no longer cut because what skin of mine matters enough to be cut

I no longer hate me because I am unworthy of such a strong emotion

I am nothing

I am nothing so hear me whimper and die

I am nothing

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    C.G. Andrews

    To paraphrase Vonnegut; unrelieved villainy is killing me. Still I repeat my failings time and again without consideration of the consequences. I am a writer.