anymoreA Poem by sara its about bulimia. retching coughing spilling it all up and out into the porclein shrine why live as a fat blob? pinch the excess off cut the excess off erase all the traces of what my shape once was now i will be pretty now i will be accepted Now I will be alive...
It was but a few months later, she was alive no longer
© 2008 saraAuthor's Note
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saraclifton, NJAboutright these mini bio things always come out awkward on my end so lets get it over with im sara, almost 17 and a highschool senior i love escaping into a good book (or even a semi good book) running .. more..Writing
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