Beauty

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Food uneaten for days. Midnight snacks flushed down the toilet. My past self flushed away into the void I created. The new me. The perfect me. Pain pangs my stomach. Don't eat. Don't eat. Don't. It'll make you feel worse. You need to stay skinny. Then you'll be like them. Pain is beauty. Beauty.

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