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ouch! My first thought when it broke skin. A slight pain than it all went dark. She cought me. I felt nothing. No pain, no sadness, just tinted through My body. I couldnt believe with my eyes So I closed them tight. I was done for. She consumed me. she controlled me. She gave me the gift of feeling nothing. A few times past my arms so bruised. It seems with this gift I gave her my skin. My body sculpture changed as i lost some weight. I started to see things that were not there. I was paranoid. She told me things. Dark things How could people think so negative of me. Why did they look at me with disgusted glares. I was confused but all that mattered was the gift she gave me. Years passed on and I felt weak and tired days with no sleep. How did this happen. I look in the mirror bones showing. This is not a gift but curse. She cursed me. All I wanted was more of her. Nothing else mattered. My loved ones werent there. I was all alone. I am done for and withering away to nothing. Thats what started this all. The want to feel nothing. I need help but dont know where to start. Is anyone willing to help? I thought I could leave her with a few attempts failed. Damn I let her take over my life. What's left for me now? Today is the day I tell myself. I'm done for good and I know I can do it. No more of her. She can't control me Day two day three day four. She is still not in control. I beat her. She has no leverage over me anymore. From time to time I think of her. But only the bad she caused nothing good. I look at myself curvy as can be. who would have thought I would have beat her. I'm in control of me. I dont want nothing I want everything.
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Jessica Barber

Easy going!!!

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