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S Dec 2014
My waist is thin,
my wrists are thinner.
Bones protrude everywhere
my ribs & my hips & my hands
The number on the scale is too low
the number of things I hate about myself too high
I am wasting away
and I don't know how much
I care
S Dec 2014
Today it snowed
But first it rained.
I saw a ghost
I thought it was you
And I held you in my hand.
So I took a lighter
And I let you burn.
  Dec 2014 S
Toni
The pen is mightier than the sword
- Yes, you can hurt me with a word.

Broken bones
from sticks and stones,

But i fear a broken heart
when unkind words start.

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