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Apr 2018
I can feel my collar bones though my stomach grows?
Weird how i always hear it groan.
I feed her calories yet it's not enough.
Most times I feed her nothing but ana says it's still too much.
So i walk stairs at night cause she never lets me sleep.
If i chew my nails the stubs I'll have to keep.
I can't sleep at night i tell you I think i might decay.
Im decaying is what they say.
I can't count in maths but my intakes to the decimal.
Silly me thinking i should let myself feel full.
How come im only pretty when im dying?
I haven't written anything real for a few months but this came to me tonight.
Pretty girl
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Pretty girl  20/F
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