She walked alone in halls.
She sat alone on the bus.
She didn't eat dinner.
She looked in the mirror.
She felt skinny and pretty.
She looked down at her body.
She felt fat and disgusting.
She cried herself to sleep.
She slept in late.
She stayed in bed all day.
She didn't eat breakfast or lunch.
She picked up a knife.
She looked at the blade.
She looked at her arm.
She put the knife down.
She didn't harm herself.
She hates her existence.
She wishes to cease it.
But she will not lose the battle.
She will thrive.
She sat alone on the bus.
She didn't eat dinner.
She looked in the mirror.
She felt skinny and pretty.
She looked down at her body.
She felt fat and disgusting.
She cried herself to sleep.
She slept in late.
She stayed in bed all day.
She didn't eat breakfast or lunch.
She picked up a knife.
She looked at the blade.
She looked at her arm.
She put the knife down.
She didn't harm herself.
She hates her existence.
She wishes to cease it.
But she will not lose the battle.
She will thrive.
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