

Drop Dead GorgeousDrop Dead GorgeousDrop Dead Gorgeous
She starves herself, one day at a time. Weighs herself but isnt satisfied. Over the toilet she purges her binge. The fingers she uses to gag herself are twisted and thin. Her teeth are rotting at their core. Her tongue is singed and her throat is always sore. Her stomach is shrinking and her bones protrude. Never enough and its not worth the food. But none of that really matters, because she's drop dead gorgeous.
Each day that goes by she hates herself. More and more she beats herself. Taking the razor that leaves her skin bare, she cuts herself ten times without any care. She loves the blood as it
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"i can dream the rest away, it's just a little touch of fate, it'll be okay"
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