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Corset

I starve my body—
Even when I'm hungry;
Just to fit in this corset
My father bought me.

Mother asks me
"Why won't you eat?"
I ignore her and started running
To my bedroom and all I did was crying.

Thoughts came into my mind—
Like cars passing by while it is green traffic light;
Too many questions, I can't comprehend.
Too many thoughts in my head.

"Why can't I have perfect body like them?
Small waist, large hip— big breast and kissable lips."
I get into my corset;
It's too tight, I feel like I can't take a breath.

But, it's fine—
All I did was cry;
And starve myself.
I don't mind dying with this corset.

Written by -R-

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