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It's numbers on the scale
that are way too big,
It's floods of tears
and feeling sick,

It's when you can't stand up after nothing at all,
It's shaking
and leaning on walls,

It's pinching your stomach
pulling at 'fat',
It's burning guilt
and indescribable mad,

It's parents yelling
because of untouched food,
It's worried friends
and a shitty mood,

It's yellowish skin
that's easy to bruise,
It's damaged hair
and covering up clues,

It's a well used mirror
that tells cruel lies,
It's the need to be thin
And a gap between your thighs,

It's a mental illness,
I think you know which,
Anorexia Nervosa
Trust me- it's a bitch

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