i now know why i want to be thin,

why i know i'd give up food to see my bones

why i'd die years early to become

s.k.e.l.e.t.a.l.

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it has everything to do with my need to fly.

i want to be so thin,

so light that i could just blow away,

blow away and turn to dust,

scatter my molecules into the wind and dissolve into the air he breaths

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i want to be the dusty wind that he chokes on

the wind that clogs his lungs

steals his very last breath

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but now i realize my homicidal tendancies are unrealistic

and so i feed my body and search for less violent ways to kill him.