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Ana is my friend, when she whisper I'm thin. She clings onto me, she's everywhere I go I've tried to escape, but she won't let me go. I smile when I see my bones. And I cry when I see my soul And my spine hits the back of my chair when I sit And I feel accomplished, at my stomachs empty pit Ana says she cares She says she'll help me, she says she help me see Help me see that I don't need food So I can be content with myself **** But when I don't listen to her she gets mad She tells me I'm fat and sends chills of hatred down my back She's my demon, and she wont stop possessing me, until I die, nothing left but skin and bones.
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
ANA.
Ana is my friend, when she whisper I'm thin. She clings onto me, she's everywhere I go I've tried to escape, but she won't let me go. I smile when I see my bones. And I cry when I see my soul And my spine hits the back of my chair when I sit And I feel accomplished, at my stomachs empty pit Ana says she cares She says she'll help me, she says she help me see Help me see that I don't need food So I can be content with myself **** But when I don't listen to her she gets mad She tells me I'm fat and sends chills of hatred down my back She's my demon, and she wont stop possessing me, until I die, nothing left but skin and bones.
margaret-mary
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Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
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