Would you still love me
If I showed you my scars?
Would you still love me
If I let myself starve?
Would you still love me
If I told you my past?
Would you still love me
If I told you I cut?
Would you?
Would you really?
You wouldn't leave like everyone else?
Then I'll show you my scars.
I'll start eating again.
I'll tell you my past.
And I'll try to recover...
We'll have no secrets.
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❣ I'm Sorry I'm Not What You Wanted ❣
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