I'm so ugly,
my soul black with depression.
Food is becoming,
my favorite obsession.
I won't eat for days,
the emptiness fulfills me.
When I reach 100 pounds,
then I'll be happy.
You say your concerned,
but I don't know why.
You don't want me to be pretty,
you won't even let me try.
I'm so ugly,
my soul black with depression.
Food is now,
my favorite obsession.
 
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