Picture perfect little girl Not at all what she seems Beauty masks her insecurities Pants hide her bruised knees Very skinny, everyday she pays the price Shrinking her size Making her problems bigger Skinny and pretty with a rotting smile Throwing up for just a while She'll stop once she reaches her goal But when will that be? When they're planning the funeral arrangements or fitting her for a hospital gown?
Reason for writing:
someone I know
Birth sign: Cancer
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