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My stomach is pulsating… Oh, what a lovely sight… Covered in my own blood, Sprawled on your kitchen floor in the early twilight.   Light fading quick
I do not know where my skin meets the sea.  
5 more minutes, I say right before I become 3 hours late to start my day. Now I am stressed, I didnt notice I was even eating, where is the rest?! Man, I overate again, I will just skip lunch....if I can.
The only slam matches we had were in hospital Sectioned under the mental health act for being too absorbed by our quirky Eccentricities.   Feed us up, 12 months in the slammer. Medication 
I’m tired of my eating  Going from one extreme to the next From days or weeks straight of  binge eating until it hurts to breathe
She clings to me; like a button on my plaid shirt. Sewn in strategically. Gradually withering away in her fibers But holding on for the life of her. My hands are soaked in sweat but I cant interrupt her steady breath.
"This one?" No. "Even with the jacket?" No, not even with the jacket. You loved this one last spring, they said bold prints don't look good on plus sized girls. "This one is very loud" 
  I hate the girl in the mirror So You’ll never hear me say I’m good enough  And I know in my heart that the numbers on the scale defines myself worth  
I remembered the stories A community of illness Locked away on an island of formality Where relation was sickness I sit at the computer like I stand at a dock My invisible skin rotting away
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