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Nov 2012
It will take my skin a month to heal
and I am scared of the results
I am scared
dropping like flies among poison air
going down it screams at me from within
how much can be lost
before a heart stops
an already weakened heart
physically, emotionally drained
continually trying, constantly losing
the gong chimes under one hundred now
tick tock.. tick... tock.....
clock face cracking
pale aura
brittle bones
weak inside paper skin
not much more can be lost
before becoming a pile of ash
scattering into the wind to be forgotten
Struggling to gain weight. Nothing works. I am not trying hard enough. Have had a heart monitor for almost a month now ( my skin is f*****d where it sits) and I am not entirely sure I want to know the results. Could be nothing could be something terrifying.
Anon C
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Anon C  31/F/Virginia
(31/F/Virginia)   
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