two years. Two years of this bloody ordeal . Two years of ups and downs of relapse, with fake smiles, tears cursed. Two years of dreams gone to hell, friendships lost, of quarrels and hatred. Two years of a sick mind, a mind obsessed by food, the calories by weight. Two years where my enemy number one was the balance, that balance damn that made me mad. Two years of psychologists, the problems of abandonment, a life that is no longer life. Two years. Two fucking years.
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