Control, I call it
You fall for it.
"Have you eaten today?"
Of course.
Zero calories on a one course meal.
I don't get the big deal.
Popping pills to fill
My tummy.
They're so yummy.
Two fingers should do the trick.
Damn, I hate the smell of sick.
Smiling on my way up the stairs
To handle my affairs.
"I'm worried about you"
They lie.
"Why?"
I have it all under control.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
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