Distorted Perfection

Distorted Perfection

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Mar 14, 2015
My skin is starting to smother me, I can't breath with all the fat, It doesn't matter how little I eat, Or how long I run.. She's always there, Mocking me, Choking me. I look in the mirror everyday, And it's all I see. Why can't I just be bones?
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I'm Mariana Torres, and I'm 15 years old. Not that it matters anyway. Most people wouldn't even take the time to hear my name, I guess I'm just not important. Well, that's what my mom says anyway. I wouldn't call my life the best. If you count being abused daily at home and at school the best, then maybe it is. I'm always bullied at school, even though I don't physically or mentally hurt anyone, they just love to mess with me. Some kids say I'm better off dead, and sometimes, I believe it. I guess you'll hear more about later, that is if you care enough. I could always use someone to listen, better yet... a friend. *Trigger Warning*

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