Just Like So.
I've been walking this thin line between recovery, and relapse.
Been feeling very uncomfortable in my skin for a few weeks (most likely from no gym time) and then took a dive.. three days of laxatives and diurex and eating around five hundred calories (give or take) It shook me just enough however. I know I don't want that life, that obsession (Even when it gave me direction and purpose)
I wanna try, and live without those numbers in my head, and sleepless dreams after trying to feel for bones.
Maybe It's Finally My Time.
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And a polite nod.
And This,
ISMY journey.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
One wobbled, stumbled, and tumbled.
ISMY view.
From under the weight of monsters, from under the glow of stars.
ISMY Story.
In which a blip of time happens to wander a soul.
IS my discovery of self.
A slight wave,
And a polite nod.
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