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Aug 2016
I'm obsessed with the number
And the size
The feeling of my thighs
I can feel
Weight
Not just on my shoulders
I don't put a needle in my vein
**** up my nose
So when I say I've been clean
Zero days
I'm probably seen as
A ******
I'm a ****** for the scale
For the feeling of
Weightless
For the look of
Bones
For the concerning question
Are you okay?
Because I am not
Okay
I tell everyone I am anyways
hello
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   SPT and Christopher Black
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