Thoughts
This is not a poem. These are just thoughts.
Alone she stands
In front of her full length mirror
Emaciated as she looks
Her distorted mind thinks otherwise
What would life be like If I were thinner
Would people like me better
Will I be as well off as my older sister
She then falls down to the floor
And she can not be aroused for she is dead
From pure malnutrition and starvation
The anorexic girl is no more
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