(Written Feb 8, 2011)
Every entry ending in a quick exit.
Rapid flow; in-out-in-out
Then you, like a disease, consume everything in your path
And spit it out like trash
Leaving behind no goodness
No happiness
Nothing.
Absorbing every drop of nourishment
From my already exhausted body
Until my defences have been shot
Leaving me...
Empty.
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