3. Some of these words arent mine.

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I asked if anyone would like to share their thoughts and feeling when it comes to body dysmorphia, these poems are written by me, some are inspired from the stories people shared with me.

I asked if anyone would like to share their thoughts and feeling when it comes to body dysmorphia, these poems are written by me, some are inspired from the stories people shared with me

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I cut myself off, 

Because I feel like a part of me doesn't deserve to eat, 

to sleep, 

sometimes to talk, 

Music and words are my only release, 

Now I am alone I return to you, 

Distorted reflection, 

Eyes fall down, 

Legs get thick, 

I wash away reality with each blink. 

I am tired, 

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I am tired, 

But I can not sleep, 

I can't look at you, 

Stop starring, 

Let me change you, 

Why aren't you changing? 

I'm trying, 

I'm tired. 

They lie, 

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They lie, 

I can't hear you, 

You words bounce back, 

I will forever feel this way, 

Trapped in a cage, 

flawed.

I eat because I feel loved, 

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I eat because I feel loved, 

I lay because I feel warm, 

I stopped eating because everyone looked different to me, 

Until I felt love again, 

But other thought differently, 

Their words cut it to me, 

They cut me off from my freedom, 

Throwing my food away and calling me names, 

The pressure doesn't decipate, 

For the screens show me a false reality of airbrushed beauty, 

So I break, I starve, I check,

My breath quickens and my heartbeat erratic, 

Pain because I do not deserve,

For I am in the cycle now, watch me spin. 

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