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Four days of hunger Four days so sweet My stomach is angry It's so mad at me And the pain is lovely It's sweet agony And then I ate I filled my tummy up I binged until it hurt More food; not enough I don't want to weigh myself I broke my own trust I broke to binge And I couldn't throw it up It felt so good But the guilt is too much I feel so fat But when I eat I feel love. I'm breaking to binge Eat anything in sight Ninety-six hours Ruined in one night This lack of self-control Is ruining my life. Hunger hurts But I want it so bad Hunger hurts But I miss what I had I miss the hunger pains Cause binging makes me sad So I'm working to purge I'm working on control This dapper little dirge Is a reflection of my soul No one ******* cares So no one needs to know. No one ever stops me So I'm not going to eat Because the me in the mirror Isn't the me I want to see. If there was someone there Maybe I'd be free. Back to the cutting board My goal was one-thirty Back to the cutting board Now one-twenty Self-control I like the sound of eighty. I broke to binge The ugliest sin I broke for food And now I brood But I'm better again I must be thin
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
Break to Binge
Four days of hunger Four days so sweet My stomach is angry It's so mad at me And the pain is lovely It's sweet agony And then I ate I filled my tummy up I binged until it hurt More food; not enough I don't want to weigh myself I broke my own trust I broke to binge And I couldn't throw it up It felt so good But the guilt is too much I feel so fat But when I eat I feel love. I'm breaking to binge Eat anything in sight Ninety-six hours Ruined in one night This lack of self-control Is ruining my life. Hunger hurts But I want it so bad Hunger hurts But I miss what I had I miss the hunger pains Cause binging makes me sad So I'm working to purge I'm working on control This dapper little dirge Is a reflection of my soul No one ******* cares So no one needs to know. No one ever stops me So I'm not going to eat Because the me in the mirror Isn't the me I want to see. If there was someone there Maybe I'd be free. Back to the cutting board My goal was one-thirty Back to the cutting board Now one-twenty Self-control I like the sound of eighty. I broke to binge The ugliest sin I broke for food And now I brood But I'm better again I must be thin
#anorexia#bulimia#self-hate#ed
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
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