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5-28-99
Thinking late at night,
Wondering if it’ll ever be the same.
Sick of being afraid,
Afraid of gaining, losing, or dieing.
Trying to get through this.
Fighting this evil battle.
This Ed needs to die,
Not me.
I want this to end so badly,
But then again I don’t.
I don’t think I can,
Keep fighting.
In fact,
I’m sick of fighting.
I always wonder,
What will happen the next day.
Will I eat?
Will I purge?
Will I fast?
Or will I die?
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