I thought I had escaped her,
But she drew me back in.
I remembered my purpose,
I had to be thin.
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My Best Friend → P.JM
أدب الهواةMy best friend, She's dripping with sin. She shows me pictures, Of true perfection.
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I thought I had escaped her,
But she drew me back in.
I remembered my purpose,
I had to be thin.
