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Anorexia Summer

Those faint summers back in July

Days were passing, and I felt high.

High in spirits, high in disguise

When dark crept up I felt alive.

Nights under the discotheque heat,

Now the only hours when I would eat.

Moments filled with friends, now in retreat.

Moments filled with laughter, now skipped heartbeats.

Those faint summers back in July

Days were passing, and I felt high.

High in spirits, high in disguise

When dark crept up I felt alive.

Spreading a life of its own

I let it flourish, let it thrive.

From my own eyes it ran to hide,

Nearly to the point I died.

Those faint summers back in July

Days were passing, and I felt high.

High in spirits, high in disguise

When dark crept up I felt alive.

The soul, whilst dormant was reliving

The happiest memories through my thoughts,

Shocked at the existence I was now leading,

A life in extinction, which I never sought.

Those faint summers back in July

Days were passing, and I felt high.

High in spirits, high in disguise

When dark crept up I felt alive.


 

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