The imperfect society

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When I was younger I loved food
The taste just made my mouth water for more

But now every time I look at food
I feel sick

When I have to eat
I'll shove my fingers down my throat afterwards

Food is just not the same for me anymore
The feeling of hunger isn't there either

Breakfast, lunch, dinner and every meal in between
Why bother eating when I'm not hungry

All that will be left of me will be my bones
No flesh, no warmth, nothing to love
And still, those dreaded voices will say
"Just not thin enough"

Not being hungry will be the death of me

•EATING DISORDER•

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