She said I was weak
But still held my hand
As squeezed my eyes
Black spots fill my eyes
About to stumble
My stomach starts to rumble
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Ed poetry: trigger warning
PoetrySome poems based on my experience with bulimia and anorexia
Dizzy
She said I was weak
But still held my hand
As squeezed my eyes
Black spots fill my eyes
About to stumble
My stomach starts to rumble
