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Her body was fragile, her body was thin Little did we know; she threw up in the bin. It was all in her mind “pretty girls don’t eat” And models themselves are always petite. But there’s always a secret, a secret behind The reason why these girls declined The food they were offered and the drinks they were poured And the high calories dishes were always ignored. Dieting and pills became the norm And the media portrayed it as a new art form. But this “new art form” was a dangerous entity And no one knew its true severity Of this illness that gets in your head And the sinister voices that want you dead. But you listen to them as they’re your only friend, The ones that will be there to the very last end.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
A Dangerous Entity
Her body was fragile, her body was thin Little did we know; she threw up in the bin. It was all in her mind “pretty girls don’t eat” And models themselves are always petite. But there’s always a secret, a secret behind The reason why these girls declined The food they were offered and the drinks they were poured And the high calories dishes were always ignored. Dieting and pills became the norm And the media portrayed it as a new art form. But this “new art form” was a dangerous entity And no one knew its true severity Of this illness that gets in your head And the sinister voices that want you dead. But you listen to them as they’re your only friend, The ones that will be there to the very last end.
sheridankelli
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
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