LightA Poem by Rachel99I can taste recovery with my tongue, The normality is a treat. I’m proud to attempt this young, No longer I’ll obsess over what not to eat.
I may become more gross, And I may lose my only “control”, But self-love is so close, This monster will not have my soul. © 2019 Rachel99 |
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Added on April 15, 2019 Last Updated on April 15, 2019 |