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My Best Friend Anorexia
''Hey fatty'' they say as I go in the lunchroom
 I take a few nibbles and sips
 And then I leave in a hurry
 Just because I don't want other people to worry.
 
 I make up excuses
 I ate before I came, but I know it's a lie
 I start to go red in the eye because all I want to do is cry.
 
  I see the super skinny models on TV
 Like them I really want to be.
 
 120 pounds to 101 more pounds they say I need to gain
 They also say I need to use my brain.
 
 300 calories no more than that
 All because I don't want to be fat.
 
 I have a friend
 Her name is Ana
 She'll be with me always until the end.
 
 Hair falls out
 Ribs stick out
 Always need to exercise 
 Thinking about all of my lies.
 
 Hospitalized
 Eating through a feeding tube
 Playing with a Rubik's cube.
 
 Osteoporosis, Depression, Cardiovascular disease
 Left me weak on my hands and knees.
 
 Dying to be thin
 I could have been.
 
 Now I am dead 
 My loved ones miss me
 My best friend Ana's the one that killed me.

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