I've never known pain like this. It makes me question if I ever really knew pain to begin with. Every day is a constant fight against the thing that keeps me alive and every day it shrouds me in fear and I break. Every mouthful results in despairing sobs as my hope silently vanishes out from underneath me. I lay unmoving, pale and exhausted, for hours at a time wondering how I spiralled down this far this fast. People speak to me of their fear, telling me I have to help myself, that the chance of hospital is looming if my weight plummets any further but yet my only thought remains "not thin enough".
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In The Oceans Of Me
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