Yesterday I cut myself
and saw that shade of crimson.
Today I threw up
and felt that sense of pride.
Tomorrow it'll start all over again.
Yesterday I had to be perfect
but I wasn't getting there too fast.
Today I had to be thinner
but I forgot and ate lunch instead.
Tomorrow I'll get it right.
Yesterday I cried
Today I felt ashamed
Maybe tomorrow I'll finally be happy?

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