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I'm only getting worse
Half the time it feels like I'm suffocating
Like I'm holding my breath waiting for something
Waiting for recovery
But maybe I don't want to recover
I don't want to have to admit to the way I feel
I don't want help
Every chance I get I'm checking something
Whether it's messing with measurements
Looking into a mirror
Grabbing my tummy
It makes me regret
Regret the meals I've eaten, every meal too
I tried dieting but my willpower is too low
The only thing that I have the willpower to do is to die
And that is not an option, unfortunately
Eating more only leaves me bloated and full
Too full to eat the next time I'm supposed to
Perhaps it's not the food that makes my legs feel so heavy
Maybe it's the feeling of disappointment
The thought of gaining weight
It terrifies me
I'm scared
I know what I do is bad
But I can't help it
The feeling of food kills me
It's poison
Only I'm not dead
Yet
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