i knew it was getting bad again, when the burning pit in my chest started to hurt again...
i understood it was getting bad again, when the fog came back and never left like it was taunting me...
it's getting bad again because these blurry memories are back again and the voices won't shut up but my arms and legs won't stop bleeding...
it's bad again because my weight and appearance are so ugly that i want to destroy myself again...
I HATE THESE FEELINGS
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