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Nov 2011
I can't seem to trust myself.
Pain.
Hurt.
Body image is ****.
I find myself drifting off to the old me.
Old ways. Days with out food.
Just to look good.
Abusing my mind, soul, body.
Until I am happy.
And then depression hits.
I eat.
And then then cycle begins again.
Meghan Marie Knopp
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