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You'll envy every bit of unblemished skin You see on those without it. You'll wonder why you never seem to win. You think you're well, but you're falling into a pit. You'll cry more tears than ever. You'll cry as if everyday you've lost, And sometimes it feels like you'll never Cry again. You'll count the cost Of living When so tired of giving You'll slip away, Vowing to not see the next day. They'll tell you of all the pain It will bring to them When your tears fall like rain You'll be too numb To think of anything else But the road to your death You'll see your belts And wish they would take away your breath You'll lose, you'll gain, You'll forget who you were.
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Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
What They Don't Tell You About This Disorder
You'll envy every bit of unblemished skin You see on those without it. You'll wonder why you never seem to win. You think you're well, but you're falling into a pit. You'll cry more tears than ever. You'll cry as if everyday you've lost, And sometimes it feels like you'll never Cry again. You'll count the cost Of living When so tired of giving You'll slip away, Vowing to not see the next day. They'll tell you of all the pain It will bring to them When your tears fall like rain You'll be too numb To think of anything else But the road to your death You'll see your belts And wish they would take away your breath You'll lose, you'll gain, You'll forget who you were.
alice-smith
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Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
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