I heard Martin beside me,
talking to me and holding my hand.
"Brooke, Why'd you do it?
You're in a coma,
you have bruises all over you,
the doctor said you hit your stomach,
until it was cut up and bruised,
and you still didn't stop,
and now you're lying here,
everyone is saying that you're dead.
Please don't be dead Brooke."
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desserted (brooklyn's story)
أدب المراهقينshe didn't mean for it to happen, she stopped eating, not because she was fat, she knew she was already small, still didn't stop her from making comparisons though. (first book in the 'small' series. based on my own experiences)
