Too full, too empty

Too fullToo empty,I'm all dried up,these bones feel heavy  I can't breathe,I can't think,I can't even talk,I don't know what's come over me  I'm a slave to a vice,it's killing me,I often think twice,will this help me?  No, the answer is no, no, nodarling, child,calm down,just rest your soul  Standing in the mirror, exposed to consequences,she hates what she sees,filled with guilt from these decisions  Deceived as she takes that first bite,You know you want to say no too,it's only for tonight,stop running from emotions that flood you   So is that what this is, the realization that this addiction is,you eat and eat, but you're too fulland even more so...too empty

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