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For A Moment

I pull myself up from the rim of the toilet
With my weak, feeble, stringy arms
I wipe some vomit from the corner of my mouth
I turn around to wash my skeleton hands
Letting the soap soak in
But I can't look up
I can't face the person I have become
When I go to dry, my eyes catch a glance
Then I'm staring full on
I see the girl with the hair that will never look beautiful again
Eyes with the dark circles around them
They look too big for her face
Her nose is too pointy
Her lips flat like paper
Her cheeks sunk in
Bones sticking out everywhere
Then that moment is gone when I truly see Her
Now I see places where there is too much fat
I need more work
Need more pills
Need more soon
I don't tell anybody
They probably all know
No one is helping me
I have to help myself
It was great for that fraction of a moment
To see the person I've really become
That is gone now
Maybe forever



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