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Jul 2013
Why I don't eat.
Mostly because of you.
Also because I want to be thin.
Only because you ruined my once well image.
My own disgust weighs me down.
It's fat and hatred stuck to my bones.

So watch me take my diet pills.
And watch me get high off of my own sins.
And when my face hits that "porcelain throne"
I regurgitate my memories of you.
Margaret Mary
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