It's the stone cold feeling of ecstasy,
the speckled lights and thin hair,
Skinny arms skinny dreams,
When my skin turns snow fair.
it's a simple solution,
an effortless plan,
wasting away waist,
for one look from a man,
it's the first pound,
the tenth,
Her whisper that I can do more,
My body is weak,
but my mind aims to score.
it's the feeling of light,
the knowledge of drive,
It's the wonder I willed,
Somethibg I brought alive.
but now it's the what,
it's the judgment again,
it's her screams to do more,
it's the words of a friend.
but it's effortless,
it works...
It's not enough,
it's dangerous,
it's broken,
it's taken too far,
it's harming,
alarming,
it's starving.
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