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Finger down your throat, thinking you might pull up all those words you've swallowed. But the words have wrapped themselves so tightly around your soul, all that comes up is pride. Pride that you swallowed when the words weren't enough.
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC
Purge
Finger down your throat, thinking you might pull up all those words you've swallowed. But the words have wrapped themselves so tightly around your soul, all that comes up is pride. Pride that you swallowed when the words weren't enough.
#bulimia#prose#bulimic
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC
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