Day 1

34 24 34 the numbers controlling my life the numbers that i strive to be pure perfection causing my body to eat itself while it withers away into nothingness im exhausted trapped in hell a hell created by numbers on a measuring tape just one less calorie and i'll be okay i'll be happy finally beautiful enough 300 the calories fueling me through my days as i drag along until i find myself closer to the edge of self destruction deeper in hell i fall trapped even further in the darkness praying i can find my way back to the light back to sanity ugh i want my life back i want to know what it is like to wake up in the morning loving yourself to look in the mirror not hating every aspect of the person in front of you to get through a day without having to shield your face to hide the burning tears rolling down your cheeks to not have the destructive thoughts waiting to drag you though the dirt when you think you are finally okay i want to know what it's like to be me again

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