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Feb 2021
i knew it was getting bad again when singing in the shower turned to stinging.
when drinking water began to feel like a chore.
i knew it was bad when all i had to look forward to was a bottle and how good it would feel on an empty stomach.
it’s bad again.
Written by
anna grace  19/F
(19/F)   
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