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My friend Ana

Submitted by The Eccentric poet on Mon, 2020-10-19 13:08

I've been broken into pieces,
Too sharp to touch,
Too hard to find.
Take a deep breath babe,
I know I've gone too far,
Maybe...
My new tight fit jeans sure look swell,
But I can't feel my hands or feet anymore

Review Request (Intensity): 
Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)
Last few words: 
This is a poem about anorexia, I wrote a few years ago,
Editing stage: 
Editing - rough draft
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

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The Eccentric poet

Tue, 2020-10-20 06:34

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Thankyou I've suffered with eating disorders for many years and its a common thing for people to refer to having a friend called Ana.

Thankyou so much for your message xxx

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Gracy

Mon, 2020-10-19 15:23

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Hello, I don't believe I've read your poems before. Anorexia is a tragic condition that many people, mostly girls, suffer from. You've expressed so well in just a few verses. Like Teddy, I would not have known it was anorexia without the footnote. Perhaps you could include the word in your poem? Just an idea. All the best to your friend Anna, Gracy

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The Eccentric poet

Tue, 2020-10-20 06:37

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Thats a great idea the poem was a bit longer, I wrote it a few years ago so I only remember these lines but its definitely something to think about xx

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