Eclipsed Beauty

Emaciated, I stand in shadows of deceit,
Contorted visage mirrored in shards of self-hate.
Losing grip on reality, consumed by the void,
In the suffocating grip of my own creation.
Piercing whispers echo within my fragile frame,
Silencing the remnants of hope, drowning me in shame.

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