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Oct 2014
Your bones will break,
just as easily as yourself
and you will not care
whether either does break.

You will not care if you are
alive or not, all you will care for
is the monster buried
deep in your mind.

It's the one telling you
to leave your plate full.
It's the one telling you go
keep on running to get rid
of the food you have not
consumed.

But darling;
all you should be running from
is the one telling you to run.
Written by
Emma Aa  Denmark
(Denmark)   
159
   --- and Harley Hucof
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