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Cant you see? I'm dying right on front of you My bones showing Hair falling I'm dying Just the thought of food makes me sick I want to puke at the taste of it This has nothing to do with beauty I never cared about that, it was just a bonus I wanted to be gone And it turned into something more I cannot stop it now I can barely eat anymore So I starve
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Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 2:30 PM UTC
Starve
Cant you see? I'm dying right on front of you My bones showing Hair falling I'm dying Just the thought of food makes me sick I want to puke at the taste of it This has nothing to do with beauty I never cared about that, it was just a bonus I wanted to be gone And it turned into something more I cannot stop it now I can barely eat anymore So I starve
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Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 2:30 PM UTC
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