Anorexia

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I study my body,
In the mirror.
Tears in my eyes,
I haven't gotten thinner.

I skip my meals,
Puke up what I eat.
I look down at my stomach,
And frown in defeat.

106 pounds I weigh,
People say that's thin.
But all I see is pounds of fat,
That prevents me from letting people in.

I stand up,
Dizzy and light headed.
I fall to the floor,
Scars on my skin embedded.

I hear sirens,
I hear cries.
People say I'm beautiful,
But they're all lies.

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