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Thighs Apart

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lostmyslef

Published: Oct 5, 2014

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Feet together,
Thighs apart,
how i mend my broken heart.

Breakfast skipped,
and dinner comes up,
pretending i don't give a fuck.

So cold,
so big,
water water, another swig.

Can't sleep at night,
can't face the day,
why won't ana go away?

Crying into bloody wrists,
Thinspo on my wall.
Pretty.
Skinny.
Tall.

But here i am again.
Here, my only friend.
Here, i face my silent end.

Thank you for trying.
I'm sorry. I tried.

I'm sorry.

I lied.

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I'm going through a really rough times right now in my relapse. I've lost 15 pounds and I know I'm at a healthy weight but I can't stop wanting more. I eat one 500 calories a day and I throw up any extra. Sometimes I hate myself so much, I throw up the 500 too. I don't when I relapsed. All I know is she's back. And it hurts. I'm sorry if you understand some of these references. Stay Strong.

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Miuru-chan

Oct 17, 2014

I hope you get to feeling better because I think you're beautiful person. <3

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