Anorexia Nervosa
A grim reflection
of skin and bones
Tearing her apart
with self-hatred
Magazines
covered with beauty
She only wishes
she could be like them
The mirror
tells her lies
She feeds her pain
with an empty stomach
The only thing
that eases her hate
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