Anorexia

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'The Cycle Of Ana'.

'The Cycle Of Ana'.

It's 5 in the morning and she's awake binging on anything she can find, knowing that straight after she'll...

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The Person Within

The Person Within

My ear is kept open to the whispering thoughts within.
When I let their words soak in,
the...

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As an Agnostic, May I ask...

Because the only thing I know of praying

Offering your belief, your soul

Is that it is done...

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Cruel

Cruel

I step on the scale, each time praying that the number is lower than the previous weight check

...

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My Fault

My Fault

The weight on the scale is blurred.

Blurred because of my tears,

All of a sudden, it's hard...

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Hospitalisation

Hospitalisation

In hell; imprisoned; windows shut tight
Dark curtains are closed to keep out the light
Speak...

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Humanity

Humanity

Humanity
Every story needs a villain so what does that make us? We don't provide we lie we cheat we...

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Death By Anorexia

She wants flowers to grow from her wrists,
Instead of the blood that drips.

She's the...

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Thin

It's 2 a.m. and I'm outside,

freezing in my clothes and

swallowing my pride.

Inhale...

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I Knew A Girl

I knew a girl...
Who was born in the summer.
The air was warm and
she came out...

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Those pretty pictures

The darkness doesn't disguise my pretty pictures,

but blinds me while I draw on my flesh canvas....

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Dying

I became so cold my legs went numb,
This isn't a game, this isn't for fun.
I'm dying slowly,...

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Ana has her hold on me

I like my tea green,

And my coffee black.

I like having a cigarette,

Alone,...

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Society

She grew up looking at
the girls in magazines
To look exactly like them
was every...

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Society

She grew up looking at
the girls in magazines
To look exactly like them
was every...

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Stars

My stars have shone,
light and bright.
My stars have shone,
throughout the night....

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Society

She grew up looking at the girls in magazines
she wanted to look just like them every little girls...