Thoughts of an anorexic mind

Creeping away, fading today
Do I have the strength to stay?
My visions are spinning, out of control
It's all I want, I'll sell my soul.
The demons I fear, the beginning is near
This twisted obbession keeps me here.
Turn away, ignore the screams
I promise it's not as bad  as it seems.
Let me be, heart this plea
I want the danger to take control of me.

The End

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