Ana A.

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She's knocking at my door

Last time I let her in

I was seven

I didn't eat

But at least I was thin

My friends convinced me it was unhealthy

I kicked Ana out

Now my defenses are down

She's knocking

I have a small tummy...

I need to be thin

I need to be pretty

Ana can help...

But she's bad.

Maby not

She could help

I guess I'll let her in

After all she'll make me pretty

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