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I felt like a leaf tumbling through the wind where I had lost hope in myself, lost hope of whom I wanted to become and had lost sight of who I was.
I don’t want to be like you. I know that hurts for you to hear after all you have done for me But it whispers across the distance between us whenever I go away Or when I speak of my goals and my future desires.
My hands, like rope tying over my cracking neck  Whispers and murmurs
Dear My Eating Disorder,
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