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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Finally Broken
Short StoryThe noises used to make me feel happy. Happiness is nostalgic to me, and now the noises sound like screams, bombs being set off right next to me. Cries of pain, sobbing. Then, silence. The silence hurts the most, and then I feel numb. I feel no pain...
