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My friend Ana

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,
My new tight fit jeans sure look swell,
But I can't feel my hands or feet anymore

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Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)
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This is a poem about anorexia, I wrote a few years ago,
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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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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

"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

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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