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[bodytext] => It wasn't always like this, she said to herself. There was a time when it was easier, when I didnt have to take a pill to get through the day. A time when I didnt have to throw up to feel pretty, I remember a time when I didnt have to cut myself to numb the pain, the pain of living, of breathing, of being. Never did I have to spread my legs to feel wanted. I still dream of a time, a time when I dreamt. I long to go back to that place where pain was unbearable, not expected. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 48 [informant] => jazzygirl8 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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