anymoreA Poem by sara its about bulimia. retching coughing spilling it all up and out into the porclein shrine why live as a fat blob? pinch the excess off cut the excess off erase all the traces of what my shape once was now i will be pretty now i will be accepted Now I will be alive...
It was but a few months later, she was alive no longer
© 2008 saraAuthor's Note
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