All that's left will be my bones.
No flesh, no warmth, nothing to love.
And still,
Those dreaded voices will say,
"Just not thin enough."
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Quote book 3
AléatoireMy third quote book. Warning: may have swears, talk of suicide and depression.
All that's left
All that's left will be my bones.
No flesh, no warmth, nothing to love.
And still,
Those dreaded voices will say,
"Just not thin enough."
