who needs food ?
when you got books ?
when you got people to talk to ?
when you got ol dogs and kittens ?
who needs food ?
even when you feel that burning pain in your chest ?
even when you feel like you can no longer listen to the growling inside of you ?
even when you start to notice your fat going away ?
thats what you want right ?
you just want to fit in right ?
you just want to be skinny right ?
you just want to fix it right ?
thats what you want right ?
for everything to be under control ?
for everything to be slowly put in place ?
for everything to be just ruined all over again ?
thats not what you want .
especially not to go back to that place .
especially not to go back to the way you were .
especially not to be back to being a kid .
thats not what you want .
when everything starts slipping .
when everything starts going hazy .
when everything starts going black .
but you still wont eat .
cause you will never fit in with this body .
//august 23 , 5:29 am//
i just cant bring myself to eat anymore . when i do i just get sick so whats the point ?
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