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Jul 2016
skinny is like a drug
take a hit and you can't get enough
i spent two whole years feeling hollow
making excuses, taking pills
"recovery" is a full plate
instead of a strawberry,
maybe,
on a good day.
"recovery" was supposed to be healthy, but i'm left with
oh god
close your eyes
don't look at the stretch marks
the touch of your thighs
don't look at your shadow
avoid your reflection
scars on your arms
add to the collection
i'd
rather
be
dead
wren cole
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wren cole  23/FTM/NC
(23/FTM/NC)   
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