Disordered Cycle
I'm trapped in an endless cycle of eat or be eaten...
Eat food or be eaten by my own body....
Sometimes I leave myself no choice....
But to feed.
Feed on me....
Cells feeding cells....
Fueling my own private Hell.
The quest to be thin will just begin...then it will end...no more pretend....
Before beginning again....
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