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Victoria Buffalino “magazine model material?”

just particles of skin
just articles of clothing
hanging from my frame

eyes without any glint
glossy only in print

devastated desolated

yet this is a love letter,

i always find myself crawling back
down on my hands & knees for you
or because of you, you’ve ruined me

you feel like home

(about:) I’ve struggled with Anorexia for ages, the memories go back as far as throwing away my lunch daily in Elementary school, because I couldn’t eat food with others watching. It’s the strangest mix of knowing it’s deadly, of striving to stay in recovery…and aching for an old love.

Victoria Buffalino (IG: schoolyardhero)

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