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Sue

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i should be gone but i am not. i no longer weigh

anything.

i am light as a feather, free as a bird.

but, i still look exactly the same,           a vicious snapshot caught forever in the moment

i          died.

                 my ugly bones,

                             the bruises on my neck and on my wrists,

           the red patches on my breast,

                        my hair that never knows where it is supposed to be, are my gifts to keep.

i feel Ana reach through the mist and welcome

me to Her world, welcome me to the destination She was leading me to all along.

Ana never wanted me thin, She just wanted me here.

                            i feel her vaporizing glee at my

               death?

spill out from Her, a beacon in this misty unreal world i now inhabit. behind Her in the

        mist

i see hundreds, no,

   thousands of other girls and boys,                        emaciated gray grinning figures in Ana's skeletonarmy.

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