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When you look into the mirror
What do you see?
Everyday your goal is getting nearer
You think how happy you'll be.
All day long you hear voices in your head:
"getting better won't be easy"
You go one more day unfed
How much longer can you stand feeling queasy?
When will it be enough?
At what point can this all stop?
All you want is to do normal stuff,
To feel comfortable in a tank top.
Only in time can you hope to heal
& with lots of work manage to enjoy a meal
Categories: Journal Entry, Poetry
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