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I feel the same again. For the seventh year in a row. I feel the same again on christmas. Every year I hope it gets better. Every year I wish the same. 'Let me be beautiful Let me be thin Let me be happy Let me get better.'

But every year I lose a little more hope. And right now. All thats left of me is a mess...

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