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Dear Ana

Dear Ana,
why must you haunt me
break me
kill me?
Dear Ana,
my bones are now showing
do you like them
do you adore them?
Dear Ana,
will you ever quit?
you are making people stare..
Dear Ana,
will it hit you
like my face to a mirror?
Dear Ana,
her breathing's at halt...
what have you done?




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