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Apr 2019
count, count, counting
the numbers will hurt
trying to fit into that skirt
thinking all of your body is amounting

each bite and breath
pause to question each piece
but you know the battle will never cease
the best outcome may result in death

everything that you once had will be stripped away
the flesh, bone, and skin
will make room for that clothes pin
until you realize you're in a tailspin
but you thought you were really happy anyway
Written by
Lily Thebault  F
(F)   
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