she slips her fingers down her throat once again as the tears roll down her cheek
she throws up once again and can taste lunch on her lips
she throws up everyday but is still call fat
at the age of 14 and 80 pound
she is called worthless, fat
but yet in her mother eyes she is perfect
see yourself through the lovers, not the haters
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