This is a battle
in which people die.
and she's been called
to the very first line.

she look in the mirror
wishing to see,
anything, and anybody but her body.

tears in her eyes.
she's growing weak.
choking on the Acid
that burns in her throat,
now she's coughing up blood.

And for what...
just to be another clone?

She tired of expectations,
of judgments for how she looks.

she longs to be pretty.
she wants to find love.
she needs some one to care.


Skinny...
is where she wish she was

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