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The urges and thoughts
toy with my heart
my mind collapsing in
what feels like slow motion
Old habits revitalized
like a dying need
to suck in a breath
after my soul being
bound and raped
A torturous nightmare
intertwined with the shadow
of truth and surrealness
Funny how trauma can forever
stain the mind with so many
shades of colors from the
darkest of blacks to hauntingly white
My quiet hell from the past
where self-sabotage, fear
and delusional trust collide
Here I am fighting this sickening lust,
deciding to live resiliently
I stride forward utilizing this silent war
with my ED, knowing my worth
I write, I teach,
therefore I am alive