flesh into decay. she rots slowly here, skinny is her dream fat is her fear. she'll sit there in silence not eating a bite, ask her about it and she'll win the fight, words and phrases, phrase into skin, skin into cuts, cuts turn to blood, blood into scars, beautys imperfections on her skin marrs, she doesn't see beauty, she'll cry every night because deep in her heart she knows shes not alright...
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Wow! How I feel.