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3 am

It's 3 am,
And I'm dry heaving,
My stomach hurts,
And I can't breathe.
 
There's vomit on my lips,
And Tears dripping down my face,
It's just another binging day.
 
I'd never felt beautiful before,
I couldn't even holding my goddamn food down,
Because of the demons i chose,
Who dragged me into the ground.
 
My lunch remained on the floor,
And my demons ate me alive,
I never chose myself,
Because I'd rather suffer for the size and shape of my thighs,
And because of it,
I died.
Fallen_Angel_194
Written by Fallen_Angel_194 (FlowerChild)
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Author's Note
I've struggled with an eating disorder for a very long time, and if anyone is struggling now, I want this poem to be a beacon, to show that you aren't alone.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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