The Battle

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I'm fighting a battle day and night

will i eat or will i fight

i'll decide whether to skip a meal or two

the grumble of my stomach

gives me the chills

i can't stand the thought of leaving my limpless body behind

to ever feel the need to take the handful of pills

when my appetite is so high

when all i feel is like i want to fly

soar through the air with the birds and never look behind me

every thought of getting thinner makes me want more

the grumble of my stomach

the saliva in my mouth dripping down

the chills go down my spine

to forever take control of my mind

getting thinner makes you prettier

the thought of fat makes me uglier

every thought makes me ugly, fat, and unpretty

that's what i'm made of

never ever going to get through this day

i need to get prettier

to be good enough for everyone

to get through all this pain

to no longer stand alone in the rain

so i can forever be by your side

and no longer suffer from this disease

and forever be at peace

Yukki666

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