'Anorexia Nervosa'

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the mirrors voice is louder than mine I keep turning up the volume  I think my speaker is broken 
Crying, kicking, screaming Tired of the yelling In the car and to the office Face to face; eyes burning It will be ok At least that's what I said I don't want to do it I'll never be better
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