bulimia

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By Peaches

every night i'd eat aloud in vain so they would hear me, worry not but all alone and once again i'd feel the pain and lose the plot i'd drop the pen upon the floor for help was far beyond my note and twice repeating nights before i'd slide my fingers down my throat

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July 11, 2009 00:05CUTTS**AND_A_BROKEN_HEART

wow, very good