~Ana~

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Behind the smiles

She was crying.

Behind the laughs

She was lying.

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To herself that

She was okay.

Oh but she was

Fading away.

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Her hands, they

were shaking.

Behind all these smiles

That she was faking.

----

Ana will hold

Your hand.

Ana will help you

out of the quick sand.

----

Hunger will help

You get by.

So hold your tears

In before you cry.

----

Don't let them

See the real you.

You know what

You have to do.

----

And you'll weigh

Light as a feather.

Don't mind he cold

Its just the weather.

----

Your not sick

Your beautiful.

And those bones

Are very suitable.

----

No! Don't eat

That!

Do you want

To look FAT!

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Put it down and

Come with me.

And I will set

You free.

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