of it, was feeling sorry for her.
anorexic
and suicidal.
delusional.
bone thin, a waif of a girl
now sixty.
dyed blonde
and layered
in cheap clothes.
draped
in rings and bracelets,
the only shine
that would show.
so many lies,
so many
more to come
with
her secret life
exposed.
her sickness was making me
ill as well.
she had to go.
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