I have a friend.
This friend is... well, she's amazing.
I love her more than words could or ever will express.
I know her and she knows me.
We spend so much time together playing music, gaming, riding our horses, or just chatting.
Even though I spent so much time with her, I didn't realize it.
She hid it well but I still should have known.
I should have talked about it when I finally did know.
But, I didn't, and I should have.
Maybe if I noticed, I could've helped her down the loneliest road she has probably ever traveled.
Maybe if I noticed, she would know that someone cares about her.
She didn't know because I didn't know.
This friend is... full of laughter, full of crappy insults that somehow make you love yourself even more, full of this indescribable light that lights up any room but... she has a secret.
This friend... well, she has bulimia and I didn't know.
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