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This is beyond my control. The mind lifts its hands from the wheel and says: I hand this over to a higher power. God, don't let me crash.
My double image, the evil skinny chick who hisses, Don't eat. I'm not going to let you eat. I'll let you go as soon as you're thin. I swear I will. Everything will be okay when you're thin.
