Visible damage,
fragile heart.
Short of breath;
I slowly fall apart.
I need to be pretty
but I feel tired.
I want to be strong.
I want to be admired.
Only emptiness fills my body.
Eventually I will sink.
This obsession will kill me.
But I have beautiful bones, don't you think?
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