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Nov 2016
my bones are selfish they, demand to be seen,
on the thrown of my body, they crowned themselves queen,
no matter what the cost , they want the prize,
they want me to loose weight and to shrink me size

they scream, I cry
they demand, I want to die
never good enough, never pretty enough
never thin enough

I gave up fighting; my bones are to tough
nothing can ever please the skeleton that is surfacing

nor the emotions and voices that bones bring
how much is too much?
I know longer know for now I cannot stop until my ribs start to show
Written by
shania rose  brisbane
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