I read your book during my lunch period.
I read the thoughts of suicide, the craving to be thin, and the times you talked about me.
I lost it today, silent tears running down in the rest room.
I read your book during my lunch period.
I read the thoughts of suicide, the craving to be thin, and the times you talked about me.
I lost it today, silent tears running down in the rest room.
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