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anarexic beauty (by Ravyn)
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She steps on the scale...not what she had expected. She gets mad at herself so she eats and eats and never stops. She hovers over the toilet with a toothbrush in hand...i cant believe shes doing this...empty..shes sad. she goes to bed and crys.
The weeks pass by and she hasnt ate. sick of being trapped within herself. her eyes are swollen and shes week. she steps on the scale and her knees tremble and she falls to the floor. she cant do this anymore. in a ball she crys. she has nothing left to lose. 88 pounds. is there a will to live?
and day by day she rots away. and she dies perfect.
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