She ran away down the sewer drain

                                                                            hoping to find herself.

                              Kneelng down on the cold hard ground

                                                                                 she bows to the porcelain throne.

                   The plumbing creaks and her knees squeak

                                                                                             as she collapses on the ground.

        She rose to the mirror and the girl their was thinner. . .

                                                                         . . . thinner and beautiful.



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