Now it's time
To stand. I hate
How the blood
Rushes to my
Head and I hate
How my vision
Kind of wants
To blacken out
And
I hate how hard
I have to pretend
That I'm alright
When it all is
Making me want
To cry.
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The Weightless One
Teen FictionEvery bit of food I eat Is turning into more thoughts And what do I do with the thoughts I am too afraid to say? After a party changed everything, Miranda loses her appetite. She is placed in an eating disorder treatment program, where she must be b...
