disordered eating
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Im not hungry but food cannot get into my mouth fast enough
Brusied knuckles, never have I been so pretty
Baby ask me what its like to taste ash
Will you stroke my hair?
Murmer tinted thoughts into my ears and drown my mind
The meanest girl
You promised me beauty,
Wouldn't the wolrd look so normal if the eyes of shame washed away?
Theres a place down the road,
I've seen the far-dug tunnels
Wish the full trees and sky didn't look so green
Life with spring
Let's be real,I do not feel-Good after any meal. My stomach is steel-My lips concealed,My weakness unkeeled,But I cannot deal-
