So it's thanksgiving...
I'm in a panic
this will be the first year I barely touch my food
the first year that I get up from the table to use the bathroom billions of times
the first year that every time I do get up I will have to will myself not to let the food come back up
the first year that my body has finally gotten to me
the first year that I can no longer deal with what I have become
the first year that I've decided I'm not good enough
the first year of many that this holiday will haunt me
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Blurbs of Thoughts
Poetryi'm not sure what this is, but i hope it's something, for someone. i write for you, and only you, whoever you may be.
