Do you see?
I'm trying I'm trying
I swear that I am
But my life is in pieces
I don't give a damn
Yes I know it's unhealthy
Yes I know I could die
I'm told that I'm pretty
But that last one's a lie
It's easier to starve
It's easier to hurt
It's easier to cry
Than to do the work
It's work to recover
It's not easy you see
I'd rather be ED
Than to just be me
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