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poem: 100

I don’t even know who I am looking at in in mirror,

 

 

I see a different version of me in different places.

 

 

 

Sometimes I feel disgusting

 

I feel guilty after eating what I need to eat

 

 

Each day that I weigh myself I don’t know really feel like the number is right.

 

 

I don’t know what I actually look like.

 

 

I see the same body I used to see months ago.

 

 

And it makes me not want to stop so I can reach that number.

 

 

I feel weak and tired,

 

But

 

It’s addicting.

 

eating disorder

poem: karmic cycle ►

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