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Ana & Mia

My insides are my soul,
Therefor I'm always full.
Filled with hate, fear and feud.
Within this confusion, there's no room for food.
People noticing, saying I'm getting too thin.
No one understands that eating is a sin.
Getting on the scale, fear of gaining weight.
But in the end, my own self is what I hate.
It ends at night, and starts when I wake.
Mia's here, my body to take.
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