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I seek this body
So perfect i believe
So when you look at me
Why do you weep?
I hate this weight
I hate this food
But why does it put you
In such a terrible mood?
You can feel my bones
As visible as my skin.
To be beautiful
I must be thin.
A skeleton i walk
My head high and proud

I think i look perfect
So why don't you?
This is my Salvation
My beauty
My love
My murderer
My disease

I think i look perfect
So why don't you?





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