Bulimia

I woke up trying to remember if my dream was real. I ate too much and was trying to throw up. I didn't want anyone to hear so there I was, miserable that I was full. What a terrible time that was. I remember her. She was lonely, didn't feel worthy, and tied her weight to her worth. I wish I could go back and change that. I wish I could giver her the tools I have now. I wish I could tell her to leave Peter. To do what her heart wants. To live. To smile. To get out of the house. 

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