Today I saw someone sign a petition to save the amazon
We need the trees to breathe;
But what you may find hard to believe,
Is sometimes the things we need to survive
We don’t deserve to receive.
We must eat in order to function,
In order to thrive
But I flushed mine down the toilet
Hoping I wouldn’t survive
Bulimia was never really about being skinny
More about giving up
It is constantly looking for justification
To tell the world you don’t give a fuck.
It is not, for me any way,
food my fingers force out
But it is a futile effort to rid my body
Of every sin, every pain and every self doubt
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