Porcelain and tears and bloody noses and remorse
Bulimia is eating me inside out taking it's time gnawing through ulcers and torn flesh All I have anymore is my porcelain palace in which I am banished to like rapunzel in her tower Tears streaming down my face because I am withering away without the hope of a flat stomach Bloody noses because I am deficient in almost everything you can receive from food because we all know that isn’t in there Remorse because I know that he will hate me eventually and the bulimia I can control, I can’t control if he loves me anymore
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