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The splash against the bowl
The rush of blood to my cheeks
Elation. Control. Ecstasy.
Eat me up, I care no more
Parts of me go swirling down
Piece by piece by filthy piece
Fix my hair, fix my smile
Plaster it to my face
Inside I’m screaming
Waiting
Longing
Dreading
Turning around, back for more
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