Face pale dry and cracked,
Lips bluey grey and chapped.
You look like your living yet dead,
how many more pounds wil need to be shed.
A few months back and you were just stunning,
Now you look like youv'e skipped too many meals and done too much running.
How much longer can this really go on,
your like a fallen star so dull, yet you once shon.
Everything about you screams perfection,
Perfect grades, perfect hair, perfect thinspiration.
You pushed everyone out of your life,
your harsh words cut them like a knife.
Your only friends left are ana and mia,
Mia's screaming at you, in your head you can hear her.
They will never leave,
They both starts so I begin to heave.
When will she ever be able to say to Ana to Mia it was nice to know you but cya.
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third poem wrote 
A contest entry
- Impress Me. by Mistress Masquerade.
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awesome
very good, very descriptive -
Powerful imagery and language. Thank you for entering my contest.
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Good write. I've seen and been close to girls on a similar road. Self satisfaction and control are powerful opiates. Perhaps there may still be room in the lines for hope, either way great poem it was an enjoyable read
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It would be nice to be perfect that that can carry a heavy load.
Your write opens up a lot of issues that are important to young girls and even the not so young.
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Wow. Another beautiful write.
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