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Jan 2015
I have twisted mind, my souls bent out of shape.
I’m reaching out, screaming but it’s much too late
The demons mind’s made up, there’s no turning back
My bags have been packed and my shoes are laced up
I don’t want this I don’t but the benefits I reap
Are too much and that I don’t wish to cease
Shut my mouth walk right on by
The scale is where my mind lies
Holding out on this is all that I know
A size 1 will not do at all
The demon lies in me she knows what she wants
And like it or not she’ll get it all in time
For my body, life, soul are all that’s at risk
She needs what she takes and I need what she gives.
Annabella
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Annabella  NY
(NY)   
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     Lior Gavra and Mel L
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