trigger warning: anorexia
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I circle my room with a quick paced rhythm listening out for staff with pure fear of being caught.
The smell of sweat lingers on my skin, my clothes, my ego as my feet start to tingle with the pain of rubbing blisters
You don't need more food...
You should probably get a small...
You should go for a walk...
You should cover your stomach...
Why aren't you speaking to me?
Why do you always sleep?
