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[Inside The Soul Of A Bulimic:::The Silent Voice of a Bulimic]





We Know Our Kind
Members of a Secret Society
Suspiciously eyeing each other
When we meet on the street
Our badge is quite obvious
But only professionals can recognize it right away

The ashen skin and bony frame
The look that says it all
Understanding mixed with jealousy
The calculating eyes
Giving the once-over from their sunken sockets

The quick walking pace
Too manic to be supported by such tiny legs
The air of defiant determination

The palpable excitemetn that comes from a sense of intense purpose
Of a life aimed towards one great goal
We are strong--We are invincible
We are dying


"Just a little girl."
by Stephanie Kiesewetter

And I forgot to say I was sorry - sorry for the hell I caused.
So many years have passed so many things
My life has changed in many ways - more than you could ever imagined.
And I forgot the past - hardly making it from day to day.
You held me up but I refused to reach the light.And I forgot -I forgot your name.
And I'm sorry -- sorry for it all.

Yesterday I heard a song -- pleading from the past.
I never regretted a minute but
I never want to go back.
And I'm sorry -- so sorry, what did you say again,-- to love myself
I have to accept others love.

And I'm sorry, please forgive me;
I never knew the things you knew.
I was child - - just a little girl.
And I'm sorry, what did you say again, to love myself
I have to let others carry me.
You lifted me from the ground twisted ankle,twisted heart rain beating down
I was confused
Confused, still just a little girl
And I'm sorry for the past I forgot
Well yesterday I remembered it,
So much before it began -- so much already happening.
And I'm sorry, I forgot
What did you say your name was again?
And I'm sorry I forgot to say I'm sorry for all the trouble I caused

And I'm sorry I never asked you --
Where did you find something to love beneath all this flesh?
Where did you find something to love inside all this hate?
Do you still think of the lonely little girl
Who used to sit on your lap?
Do you still love the person I was trying to be?
And I'm sorry - I was never honest
And I apologize for lying, but you fell for just a little girl
Trying to be ALL grown up, but I was still just a little girl.


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