Hey, sorry it's late. This week in Cali was muderous.
This is the start of anorexadone. I might continute it in a day or two.
And so this woman bends her body
Into grotesque shapes
While she slowly wastes away
Becoming nothing but a wraith
A mere memory in a foggy cloud
That dissappears when the sun comes out
She says she's in control
And it's almost believable
Until you see into her family's eyes
And the scars that are untreatable
Watching your baby girl slowly die
But how is it control when you're compelled
To destroy yourself?
How is it control when you can't stop?
It's one binge replaced by another
Xylophone ribs for another slab of butter
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