D/c: Reid isn't mine.
Warnings: Eating Disorder. First person. Poem. Follow-up to Nausea and Control. Maybe I should post them all together.
Let me know.
Enjoy.
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Denial.
I'm not doing it.
You would notice.
I'm not avoiding anything.
I'm not losing weight.
You would notice.
I'm not hiding.
I'm not worried.
You would notice.
I'm not afraid of what I'm becoming...
I'm not changing.
You would notice.
I'm not begging for attention.
I'm not crying.
You would notice.
I'm not hurting...
I'm not hurting.
I'm not confused.
I'm not scared.
I'm not obsessed.
I'm not desperate.
I'm not bitter.
I'm not worthless.
I'm not alone...
I'm not.
If I was,
You would notice.
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Till next time,
-J X