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Ana

Once I met this girl named Ana

Ana was good to begin

She said I have to stop eating

If I want to be thin.

I listen to Ana,

I followed her advice

She said to do it instantly

She wouldn't repeat it twice.

Then Ana got under my skin

She made me starve

Until the very end.

Once she was done with me

She didn't bother visiting my grave

Don't listen to Ana

You'll never be saved.

So after she's done,

She looks for her next victim.

Never welcome her in, or you will be sickened.