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You cant have that in your stomach! Get it out! You know what to do

All the voices in my head push me to my limits. They scream at me in the silence.

Tears start streaming down my face.

Do it! Do it! Do it!

My shaking fingers go down my throat and it comes up, all of it. My body has gotten used to it by now.

I can't keep water down without it trying to come up naturally.

I feel acid burn my throat. I feel my face covered with tears and sick. And I see the toilet bowl in front of me, full of fat.


A/N: Honestly don't know what this is. But thank you for reading! Like and comment please

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