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Ana

by eleanor-b

You wake up By 8 o'clock You get up to The fridge Wondering what To Eat But then Ana knocks at the door And when you don't Reply To her knocks She keeps ringing And ringing And knocking (...) So you go to the door, Knowing she won And there Ana stood With a smile on her face She goes to the fridge And lock it with Endless locks She tells you: "It's for your own good" She tells you: **"No one wants a fat cow like you"** And you, you just say: **"Thank you"** Because you know Ana will keep her eye On you And follow you And you won't have Any choice But to surrender to Her Ana always win
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Jun 25, 2016
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#death#die#ana#anorexia#win
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