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I guess this is my way of showing
That I am falling down again
My new friends, they know nothing
I'm shaking, my hand and my pen.
I want to keep it all inside
Because then I can carry on
But I know I shouldn't hide
It's me I'm hiding from.
I want you to know what i do
But I don't think you can help
It's my obsession with this food
And how stupid I have felt.

But by writing this I am scared
That you might make me stop
This food, this thing that I dread,
This is how I cope.
I am back and forth every day
Like the sea to the sand,
I know your ways are not the same
And I think I understand.

I don't know what i want from this,
Because in life I'm (really) happy,
But these feelings on paper
I guess, they make me feel better.