The magazines told me....
You hold them prisoner to themselves today You know you can hear them in the washroom with their hands at the table with no food at the store buying sizeless jeans and you know it's killing you to let them do this to themselves so save us before it's too late there's no voice that will get to you in time for society it's already too late for these girls/women/ladies too live but you're happy you fuck and you know you're the same way "death wrapped in skin" but nobody will know because they think you're perfect don't fucking eat and keeping fucking gagging on your flesh your blood your life just hope you don't choke on it to look like the skinny girls the ones with big tits and no waist come on get liposuction your only 13 but mommy won't let me I'll be Britney one day but i won't die like she did from anorexia I'll die as myself with bulemia. Written February 1st, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 08:43 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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