Pain.
Showing in the jutting ribs.
Loosing pounds on the scales.
Turning away the plate of salad.
Pain.
Showing in the sleepless nights.
The angry tears over a cancelled evening out.
Being scared of a group of friends.
Pain.
Showing in the stumble across the floor.
The last drops drained from the glass.
The hazy oblivion to the reality of the minute.
Pain.
Showing in the sharp edge of the knife.
The hidden marks on the arm.
The blood seeping out into a puddle on the skin.
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