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563 · Oct 2018
I
Novembre Oct 2018
I
Anorexia
She's the most cowardly death
There can be.
So much effort
Many lies
And also a lot of courage
Just to be consumed
And see you die
More and more
Everyday.
But never
I felt more cowardly than now.
Never.
Anorexia
Like self-harm
Are the scariest monsters
I could meet
Because even when
I think I'm out of it
I know it's not like that
And I suffer
And I try to do everything possible
For not to swallow anything
But it's late now
I just have to stay
Waiting for that flow of acidic liquid
Get out of my mouth
And free me
Free me
From that feeling of disgust that I feel
Throwing down a single bite.
So
I would like
To take me to cuts
Cut that crap of fat
Everywhere
And be light
And free.

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