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You think you're a hot shot
You think you're all that
You look in a mirror
and you see that you're fat
You wanna loose weight
and you see that you can't
So you purge off the weight
and you throw away the food
You tell your friends that
you have no mood
Your skin gets dense
and your eyes get weak
You blood thins up
and you begin to weep
You look in the mirror
and you ask yourself why
You see this fat thing
but yet
You're just a fly
You fall on the floor
Too weak to get up
You call for help
Voice too weak to speak
You lie there dead
for a week
until the smell begins
to seep...
- Title: Purging Death
- Artist: Pingiwin
- Description: I think of this poem and look at anorexic girls everyday and think to myself.. How do you do this every single day?!
- Date: 10/25/2008
- Tags: purging death
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Comments (2 Comments)
- No Direction - 03/09/2009
- This is a very true poem, it happens a lot, nice job 5/5
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- FallingXgnillaF - 10/26/2008
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Its a great poem smile
It have alot more to say but... yeah. - Report As Spam