I've always sort of thought of ana as a crystal skeleton. All sparkling lights so no one notices how messed up she is. She drags her glass-shard fingers over the depths of my mind, dragging every regret from the cemeteries I buried them in. She grabs at my wrist, drawing blood, and a plan for my ultimate perfection.
Perfection that leaves me as see-through as she is. As easily breakable. As skinny. But no matter what I do, I never reach perfection.
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5 more pounds to better
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5 more pounds to lovable
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5 more pounds to being accepted
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5 more pounds to perfect
Perfect.
Maybe one day I can be a crystal skeleton. No, I'll be made of silver. Silver doesn't shatter as easily.
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Mirror Mirror Can't You See, What You Show Is Killing Me
Teen FictionTwo years ago, Caia lost everything and everyone she loved. Now every day is a struggle; she's lost the ability to eat, and not care. Counting calories, and days since the tragedy, Caia's not sure she wants to live anymore. The only one who can con...
