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4st 7lb
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"I eat too much to live and not enough to stay alive. I'm just sitting in the middle, waiting."
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Days since I last pissed
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cheeks sunken and despaired
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so gorgeous sunk to six stone
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lose my only remaining home
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see my third rib appear
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a week later all my flesh disappear
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stretching taut, cling-film on bone
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I'm getting better
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Karen says I've reached my TARGET weight
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Kate and Emma and Kristin know it's fake
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problem is diet's not a big enough word
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I wanna be so skinny that I rot from view
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I want to walk in the snow
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and not leave a footprint
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I want to walk in the snow
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and not soil its purity
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stomach collapsed at five
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lift up my skirt my sex is gone
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naked and lovely and 5st. 2
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may I bud and never flower
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my vision's getting blurred
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but I can see my rib's and I feel fine
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my hands are trembling stalks
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and I can feel my breasts are sinking
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mother tries to choke me with roast beef
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and sits savouring her sole Ryvitta
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that's the way your built my father said
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but I can change, my cocoon shedding
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I want to walk in the snow
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and not leave a footprint
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I want to walk in the snow
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and not soil its purity
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Kate and Kristin and Kit Kat
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all things I like looking at
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too weak to fuss, too weak to die
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choice is skeletal in everybody's life
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I choose, my choice, I starve to frenzy
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hunger soon passes and sickness soon tires
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legs bend, stockinged I am Twiggy
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and I don't mind the horror that surrounds me
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self-worth scatters, self esteem's a bore
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I long since moved to a higher plateau
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this discipline's so rare so please applaud
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just look at the fat scum who pamper me so
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yeh 4st. 7, an epilogue of youth
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such beautiful dignity in self-abuse
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I've finally come to understand life
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through staring blankly at my navel.
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4st 7lb
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