Don't tell me what I am, I have an evil one, It does not forget, It holds onto your words so tight, Holds it against my body, Pulls the trigger.

Don't tell me what I am, I have an evil one, It does not forget, It holds onto your words so tight, ...

Ana. This is a poem I wrote during my lowest point when I had an eating disorder. Hope you enjoy reading it. 
by @amixymd
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