Sta.sh
I don't look in the mirror anymore,
Because I don't like what I see.
I don't check my hair when I go out the door.
The girl in the mirror's not me.
The girl in the mirror is ugly and fat.
She's sad and pathetic,
And no one likes that.
Whenever I see her, I have to be sick.
So, I push away food, to push away her.
I make myself sick, because she does too.
They don't understand, this is the answer.
They may think I'm wrong, but I know I'm true.
It's not a disease, it's the way I can win.
Anorexia. It will make me thin.
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(That's the best you can get) So, not anything really going on. I'm super busy, and I like someone else (of course) but no names on here, lol. So I think that's it. Oh, and I just posted some new poems that I like from a project I had to do for school. Ok, that's it. 
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When it comes back to You
it'll be Yours forever.
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