My Poems
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MatureComplete Sun, Jan 17, 201610m
So what if I had no friends?
My mind was
My friend
But sometimes
It let me down
But that's where
Ana
Deb
Annie
Sally and
Sue
Came in
They haunted my mind
My thoughts
They now
Controlled
Me
Forever
And
Always
Ana
Starved me
'For Perfection'
She'd say
Sue and Deb
Liked to
Drown me
In my
Thoughts
Sally
Always said
'It's just one cut
What's the big deal?'
Annie
Told me
'Never talk'
'Keep quiet'
'And they won't Notice'
Starving for Perfection
I'm drowning in my Thoughts
Just one cut
Don't talk
Keep Quiet
They won't Notice
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