Burning

My throat burns

With that vile taste in my mouth

Am I satisfied?

 

I look at my reflection

And see an ugly girl

With an ugly soul

 

So I eat and eat

But when I’m done

I always make it leave

 

People get suspicious

But I deny it all

It’s nothing but a few white lies

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