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May 2018
Ana
I met a girl named Ana
What a sweet girl she was
Until she made her way into my brain
And said
Stop eating, your brain will rot
I believed
and I didn't eat
Ana is no longer sweet
And she is the reason I won't eat
Because Ana told me skinny is better
And that's what killed me.
Taylor
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Taylor  18/F
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