Be Like You (Harry Styles Fanfic)
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I’ve stop eating food. and I’ve squeeze into a dress so I can be feel you but I saw your bitterness and why you left me too maybe i’ll put you to a test and say that I love you I think that I love you. To you those words are just lyrics. Just lyrics about squeezing into a dress. But to me it describes how I feel. You may think that I’m like you. Insecure about my weight. Crys about it whenever I can. But you’re way off. I don’t cry about it. I just stop eating and get over it. It’s because my job is important. And this is hard for me to do. It’s a challenge but there is no job I can’t do. I’m not that interesting. I’m Just a girl with Bulimia. I don’t have to go into a crazy hospital. I have no friends. But not even a close friend would care. Everyone thinks I’m boring. But I think boring is cool. I’m not an open book. If you can’t tell, I don’t share any of my secrets with anyone. Maybe because I don’t have anyone. Just my Job and the fact I have Bulimia. That’s really all. I don’t speak much. Maybe a few times you hear my voice. I’m quiet and shy. Like people say ‘Silence is golden.’ So why talk? I guess you say I’m a wallflower. I am indeed. You might think I’m out of school in the real world. No. I’m still in High school. Senior actually. Maybe you’re wondering who I am. I am The doctor. No Just Kidding, I'm Brooklynn Edwards. I have a secret. I am Psychic.
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