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disordered (ed tw!)
Stickers and wires riddle your chestComplicatedly tethering you to your room,Where you watch the morning news in socks,Pairs of socks and blanketsThat can’t stop the coldness of the tileFrom slipping through your skin,Goosebumps, the cold grabs hold of your legAnd pulls it out from under you.Cold, when the needle enters your skin,Even colder, waiting for someone,Clean sheets but not like homeFresh pressed and sanitized,Tube up your nose, down your throat,A get well soon card watches.
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poem, poetry, writing, eating disorder
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