there is a small voice
it comes from a small corner of my heart
it whispers and makes a noise
just take it, life is hard
it says that I have no control over anything
yet I can decide to have one
when everything is trembling
I still have a power over my body, to be as what I want
I try to grab, but my fingers crimps
I kneel to pray, but God says "I cannot be reached"
when confidence, motivation, and courage have become just dreams
I guess I just need to vomit, and forget the word "eat"
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