Sickly Thin

Betraying my body. 

Excersing to oblivion. 

All food maticulousoy monitered. 

Under the control of the fear of gaining weight. 

Telling myself if I lose a few more ill be happy. 

Youthful years waisted, spent closed off from the world, and under the beast: Self Image. 


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