first,and last time
gasping,choking,crying
thinking to myself this is the sacrifice i have to do to be what society wants me to be
this disgusting ,acid taste
crawling up my esphogus
burning,itching,gagging
thinking again is it all worth it?
the puke then comes rushing out of my mouth
the unbearable coughing ,trying to grasp for air
realized ,that doing this to my body isnt the best way to lose weight.
it hurt,too much and i didnt feel any different
it was the first and last time i stuck my finger down my throat.
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