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Purging Shadows Hunger bends beneath a sharp mirror empty promises, swallowed, then expelled. The body whispers lies like sermons shaped by hands not its own making. In the silence, shame carves bone. A raw prayer for release, unspoken. Thinness wields power, but leaves void— a self undone, echoing for fullness.

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