Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. Not skinny enough. I’m never good enough, I wish I could make this go away.
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Depression floods my mind as I try not to drowned.
Anxiety squeezes my lungs as I try to breath
Starvation twist my stomach as I try not to faint.
Voices crowed my mind as I try to find my own
Mental illnesses overwhelm me as I try to survive.
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