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Apr 12
My body craves it, but I don’t want it

Every time I think of it, I sense the bile in my throat

Don’t give in.  

“I love the feeling, the burning.”

Can’t you tell? I’ve been raised like this

Indulging in the emptiness

Nothingness.

Eat.
Ella James
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Ella James  18/F/Christchurch, New Zealand
(18/F/Christchurch, New Zealand)   
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