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Tall, graceful, pretty To eyes that never Belonged to you. You only thought About the things You have to do To be thinner. There was a time You began to disappear. Filled with fear, I burned As I learned The truth behind The bruises on your knuckles The thinning of your hair The things you do. I sat and cried I vowed and tried To help You. |
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Kute poem! True in it's way! I know a few of them and they dont want help they denie they are what they are but I can only do so much! Hope u have better luck!  | Posted on 2004-09-23 00:00:00 | by Cordell | [ Reply to This ] | Um, this sounds more like bulimia than anorexia. In anorexia you just don't eat. Bulimia is the disease in which you make yourself vomit or take laxatives/ duretics. I know this because I was a near anorexic/compulsive exerciser in high shcool. My mom get me help before I got "too bad" though. I'm not a fan of rhyme in serious pieces, but kudos for tackling a difficult subject. | | Posted on 2004-09-23 00:00:00 | by cuddledumplin | [ Reply to This ] | beautifully put down a topic we all know. I really like the way you built the poem. at first you point out the why and the beauty. but as time passes, and the poem continues, the effects of the disease kicks in. and you realise the problem. | the ending, helpless and unable to help... well done | Posted on 2004-09-23 00:00:00 | by FantasizedDream | [ Reply to This ] | You misspelled graceful too. I'll type stuff to make this long enough. Blah, blah, blah. La, la, la. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Maybe it's sufficiently long now. | | Posted on 2004-09-23 00:00:00 | by cuddledumplin | [ Reply to This ] | |
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