there’s this thirst inside of me,
a monster who enrages my insides and tears me apart
once you feed the monster, there’s no stopping me.
I binge.
And after comes the guilt and the shame and there’s no self-control.
the monster inside me was right, so I got up, and flushed almost everything inside me down the rabbit hole.
I knew I shouldn't have done that, but it was better to get rid of the guilt physically than let it rot inside my body more than it already was.
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 11:39 PM UTC
there’s this thirst inside of me,
a monster who enrages my insides and tears me apart
once you feed the monster, there’s no stopping me.
I binge.
And after comes the guilt and the shame and there’s no self-control.
the monster inside me was right, so I got up, and flushed almost everything inside me down the rabbit hole.
I knew I shouldn't have done that, but it was better to get rid of the guilt physically than let it rot inside my body more than it already was.
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