I did not want to be
Here. This has to be an
Accident. I don't even have
A problem, not the problem.
I'm just small boned.
It runs in my family, these
High cheek bones.
It's an incredible thing,
My metabolism.
No, I don't want to talk.
I can't believe you can
Just do this to me.
Just sign a few papers and
Pull me into a sterile room,
With sterile stares and pencils
Scraping. I don't do anything to
Make me this way.
Why can't you just let me
Go home?
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The Weightless One
Teen FictionEvery bit of food I eat Is turning into more thoughts And what do I do with the thoughts I am too afraid to say? After a party changed everything, Miranda loses her appetite. She is placed in an eating disorder treatment program, where she must be b...
