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Wasting Away

Where did she go?

By Monika OlesenPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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When ribs and collarbones press through skin on an animals frame

We are enraged and point fingers finding who to blame

But when a woman walks by with the same

We then make her look our aim

I hate when you say there are things you'll never taste

When it leads to another inch lost on your waist

Because when you starve your outer self

You're inner voice cannot be heard calling for help

Beauty is not about the space you fill

But the light you share through your will

You cannot see your own reflection

You look at yourself with such rejection

Not matter how many times I say

I miss my friend when she wasn't this way

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