self talk

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feet together, thighs apart
the collarbones are where we start
make me skinny, make me thin
fat is all i've ever been
eating little, using diet pills
i need to look like i am ill
i'm too round, i've got to be tall
if i were skinny i'd own it all
my mind's a mess, i'm odd in the head
why, oh why can't i be dead?

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