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Thinspiration
- Cut out sugar
- Goal weight
- Cut out carbs
- Goal weight
- 100 calories max
- Goal weight
- Get fingers around wrist
- 100 push-ups
- Thigh gap


- Look Good?
 Jun 2019 Mahnoor Shah Jhan
zebra
"roses are red
ice cream is cold
get ******* naked
and do as your told"
:)
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tell me again the story about the sun and the moon,
how they were separated by night and day,
by time and space,
tell me again how they fell in love,
and crossed the sea of stars to be

together.

— tell me again our story
 Apr 2019 Mahnoor Shah Jhan
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I'm writing a small poem every day about how I feel, or the world around me. This is #14
My wound is fresh
My words weak
But light my pipe
And words begin to steep

It’s a slow burn
Betwicks the tobacco and me
the nightshade can’t last
My thoughts they burn

The smoke is a manafestation
It’s shows how things burn inside
So much for the fascination
Of a future I prized as mine...
My heart break with every
Swipe
The depths of truth that none would
Gripe

I hear my quiet heart in
Text. Written.
My groan has grown
Next. Risen.

Unfettered hearts,
Open hearts,

We all bleed

Unfettered hearts
Feelings after spending some time reading through what most of us would not say to others.
"I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk"
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