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It’s sick But all I can think about Is the pain I think it’s an art One that I have perfected The ability To ignore everything But the pain I don’t think I could make room for anything else Because if I’m not cutting I’m burning If I’m not burning I’m starving If I’m not starving I’m purging If I’m not purging I’m binging If I’m not binging I’m probably dead And thus All I can fit In my brain Are these thoughts These morbid Thoughts Of pain
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
Where am I without pain
It’s sick But all I can think about Is the pain I think it’s an art One that I have perfected The ability To ignore everything But the pain I don’t think I could make room for anything else Because if I’m not cutting I’m burning If I’m not burning I’m starving If I’m not starving I’m purging If I’m not purging I’m binging If I’m not binging I’m probably dead And thus All I can fit In my brain Are these thoughts These morbid Thoughts Of pain
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#selfharm#pain#ed#anorexia#bulimia#cutting#suicidal#help#alone#gone
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14/Androgynous/ON THE MOON
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
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