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She pulls me in from deep inside,
In the warmth I try to hide,
I know what I want what I need most,
But I can't have it I'm only the host,
The demon formed inside of me,
It took my strength and reason to see,
I know what waits if I surcome to her,
But my brain tunes out I'm not but a blur,
It takes and takes and gives me less,
It's not a gift but a curse she did bless,
My organs fail one by one,
But she rejoices pain is her fun,
I can't reach in and purge her out,
I sit and wither, grow pale and pout,
I want to fight I want to win,
But not as much as I want to be thin,
So for tonight I'll let it be,
And tomorrow I will try to see,
A way to be light and win the fight,
With all my strength and all my might,
Tomorrow may be far away,
So until then I just hope and pray,
She screams at me to be fat is to sin,
But I know one day that I will win
I got bored whilst having a smoke so made a little poem to give a little hope xo Alice
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