she risked a little,
in telling me,
i'm sick, she said,
'bulimia'
as if it was the season for it
it's not as bad
as it sounds
and then i tried to talk her out of it
thinking she might listen
but she groaned,
laying down on the tile
'i just need a few more minutes'
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remember the day you realized that you weren't what you thought you were, what you used to be... and then you try to convince yourself you can come out, 'recover' but it doesn't work...
