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my throat is tight
and there are tears dripping
onto the cuts in my arms,
and this is not
how i pictured my twenties
don't let me grow up, don't let me go back
i don't have to control it.
i don't have to think about it.
my body helps me live my life,
and its relationship with gravity
is the least interesting thing about me.
f off, anorexia
it doesn't always last,
but when it does-

what a drug

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