Lies

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They'll check your wrists
But not your thighs
They'll hear your laughs
But not your cries

Smile much, laugh loud,
Make jokes, tell lies
And they won't see
The depression in your eyes

Just keep calm
And starve yourself
You need to be pretty,
Forget about your health

Go look in the mirror
On the wall
We all need to be
Skinny, thin, and tall

Another cut
Upon your thigh
One step closer
To goodbye

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