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Dear Ana,


You're taking all these health and science classes:
Nutrition, Wellness, and Anatomy. 
You know how risky losing weight this fast is.
If you know better, then why can't you eat?

I guess, to you, all calories are poison. 
Any food you eat could make you fatter. 
I see the magnet that you are to boys and 
I promise you, your weight just doesn't matter. 

Along with all the pounds you want to lose,
You're losing all control of this disease.
You really think that you will get to choose, 
And end this habit whenever you please?

I'm begging you to fight what's in your head,
Before my hope, and heart, my friend, are dead. 

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