The boy said he did it to make weight for a sport he loved.
The girl told him to stop and take care of his body.
The girl did it to make herself pretty for a boy she loved.
The boy told her she looked good.
Funny how it worked out, he kept doing it and made weight and played the sport, she kept doing it and didn't get the boy she loved. She became addicted to it, she began to replace her love for the boy with the love of the feeling.
Now she doesn't know what love is, she gave up, it was the only thing she had.
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Thoughts Of A Broken Girl
PoetryWARNING this is my safe-space. Please understand I've written these over years. Im not a freshman in high-school anymore so I like to think it gets less cringe. But welcome to my mind.
