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Jun 2011
I am always counting,
You’ll never make me stop,
Counting every single crumb,
And every single drop.

I will lose every pound,
It’s all going to fall,
I will only be happy,
When I have lost it all.

I am going to be skinny,
I’m determined to win,
Because I know full well,
Not eating’s not a sin.

But no-one seems to notice,
I don’t think that they care,
That I am only drinking water,
And only eating air.

So still I’ll continue!
I’ll ignore my stomach’s groans,
I’ll ignore all the pain,
Until you can see my bones.
Written by
Erika Miller
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