I think I'm okay
until I need to move
And I have no strength
until I need to stand up
but gravity holds it's defence.
Until I start choking
with no muscle to cough
Until I can't wash myself
Or dress myself
Or stand for more than a few minutes
Until I pass out again, cold.
Anorexia's power to deceive me
Is rifer than I ever knew
Maybe I'm not all okay
Maybe I'm not well
Maybe I'm starting to see anorexia through and through.
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