heavy chests
outta control
sleepless nights
she's on a roll
rivers of tears
shaking fingers
counting calories
as the guilt lingers
an average girl
and average waist
would purge from
even a single taste
this average girl
starving for perfection
cries at night
when she sees her reflection
all hope is lost
replaced by mutilation
it's like a drug
this beautiful thinspiration
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