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.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 6:32 PM UTC
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.
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