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Jan 2012
Keep it a secret
Don't let them know
They'll try to stop you
Well, **** them! You'll show
That bones should be seen
Why can't they see?
This isn't for them
It's solely for me.
I want to be little
Soon, I'll be small
I'll finally smile,
Have some control
They'll praise me, too
But stab me right back
When I start to chew
And suddenly I'm fat.
Lydia E
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Lydia E  Illinois
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