She starves and starves.
Rotting her insides.
Turning her fragile,
Paper-like.
Somehow giving her the illusion,
That she is beautiful.
-i'm an anorexic looking in the mirror
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She starves and starves.
Rotting her insides.
Turning her fragile,
Paper-like.
Somehow giving her the illusion,
That she is beautiful.
-i'm an anorexic looking in the mirror
