(This is a fictional poem but sadly it's true for some people.) br br You're suffering from bulimia because you want to stay thin. br You say you can stop but I see you induce vomiting again and again. br People die from this disease everyday. br Life will be unbearable if you pass away. br You're in a lot of pain and it's something I can't allow. br I'm begging you to get help and I'm begging you to get it now.