(TW! self harm mentioned)
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I used to not eat food so that I could feel hungry,
To remind myself that this is real that I'm alive.
I used to hurt myself so that the pain was real,
You can't deny it if there's blood on the floor.
When I was younger I didn't think that how I felt matters.
I didn't think there was value in who I was.
I felt thrown to the side.
I had to pick myself up.
Pat myself on the back.
Tell myself it was okay.
I think I'm okay now?
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