The Mind of an Anorexic

What is it like to not care?
What is it like to not yearn for stares?
The ache from the protruding bones,
The exercises to atone,
Shivers from the cold,
Shivers from fat fold,
Eyes rimmed with black,
Eyes distance from energy lack,
Unable to concentrate,
Unable; unless this was your fate,
Fears of others watching you consume,
Fear that you are the biggest in the room,
This is why I cannot eat,
This will be my defeat;

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