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[sid] => 21666
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Self absorbed issues
[time] => 2003-08-09 15:45:00
[hometext] => I ran across this one. I wrote this a couple of months ago when I found out one of my friends had an eating disorder. I cared so much... I never once cared at all.
[bodytext] => One little splurge that is all that it took, to begin to her long journey down this never ending road. She felt in control, like she had a power over herself no one else did. In some reality she did. She had the ability to starve herself, the chance to take control of her mind, body and soul... while everyone else wallowed in their own self absorbed problems. These "self absorbed problems" lead to her fate, to the shattering of her mirror... to the long nights spent crying on the floor because she was too weak to stand up on her own. It was these problems that got her lost in her soul. At first it was not noticeable. One meal every here and there she would skip. That was perfectly normal... no even even realized. And when it got worse, no one else knows. But all we see now is a weak 15-year-old... a body too thin for comfort and too weak to survive. She wrote a nice long letter to one of her friends, explaining everything... all the mumbles in side of her head. She felt like she was doing something for herself, by allowing her soul to overcome her mind. She knew she had a problem, I suppose everyone knew she had a problem. But we were all too scared to think that it could possibly be true. We all lived in denial, including her. There was not a single mirror left in her room. Not a single person left in her room that could laugh and criticize. She became afraid of her own refelection, the one person that laughed and tormented her all of her life. She was horrified by the one person that could help her the most. Eventually the letter was shown, and she was sent to receive medical treatment at a nearby hospital. The look on her face as she left in that car was one I had never seen before. She was petrified... scared that it would someday happen again. And now when she looks around this room that never changes, all she has to say for herself is: "every mirror in my room is shattered, but she can't ever laugh at me again." [comments] => 2 [counter] => 255 [topic] => 21 [informant] => stargazer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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