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Anorexia

We were good friends once,

you and I.

Remember? All those

good times we had…
I looked you up today,

and I hurt for you.

Part of me wanted to go back

and save the parts you lost.
I can’t help you anymore.

You ache and I plead.

Just get better, okay?

I can’t stand feeling guilty.
You wished death upon me,

but I saw you wither away instead.

Eat, darling, and remember those

midnight coffee runs.
Take a trip to Starbucks,

I know your order still…

Just order my old usual,

and grace your lips with food.
You’ve destroyed the girl I

had once known well.

It’s okay, just get better,

because I can’t stand to see you ill.

-vwells

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