Starving For Perfection

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Count the calories, count the pounds,

the less you have the smaller you are.

Collarbones, tiny waist,

beauty is deeper than just your flesh.

Struggling with yourself,

fighting the demons in your mind.

You eat to deal,

then starve yourself to feel better.

And endlesss cycle,

a slow death.

I'd rather die perfect,

than live as anything else.

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