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Bathroom Girl

By Cwm

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So many hours, spent in that bathroom, after every meal. While you lay face-first, into the toliet, you gaze at the mirror, and all you get, is a reflection, of what you've now become. The many hours, of vomiting,and sick bodly torture, has left you nothing, but with bulimia! You suffer this way, because your friends, say your fat. "Your not!" Your too caught up, in the social image. Now your friends now mock you, with the title "Bathroom Girl." You get angry, but you know its true. The harmul toxic, in which you inject yourself with, is destroying,yourself and your family. Despite our pleads and prayers, we still can't get the image, of you, being face-first, now dead bodie, being drowned in vomit. "Get help,bathroom girl, get help or else."More dark,stories! Written January 2nd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 06:51 AM PST   18 • 0 • 9

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