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Dec 2016
Leave me alone with my thoughts
So I can twist myself into the perfect doll girl
Smile
And pretend it's lipstick on my teeth and not blood
And yes Doctor I ate this morning
(I hate myself for it)
And no Doctor I haven't being doing the
badnastywrong

Laugh
And laugh
So no one can see last nights dinner bloating me
Turning me into a grotesque monster
Laugh so hard my belly aches
Enable me to hate myself more

Lie about me
Lie to me
Say that you love me
So it's easier to fool me
I just have to be thinner
Skip breakfast, lunch and dinner  
Smirk through the tears because soon I'll be the perfect size

I can see my ribs
My spine
Battered body that I call mine
That's betraying me
And making me the opposite
I want to be the Princess, not the Witch
Instead I'm turning into a stone cold *****
That can't walk
And can't stand
I'm drowning in my own quicksand.
Written by
Joanna Ross  Scotland
(Scotland)   
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     karin naude and maledimiele
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