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Dying For Perfection.
Please note, this story is entirely fictitious all characters, procedures and events are thoroughly fiction. Sensitive material also lies ahead. If you're made easily uncomfortable it's advisable you don't read ahead, but it's your choice if you do. Please also be aware this story is written in English.
I couldn't help but feel jealous at the other people, who looked gorgeous, even flawless. Boys never wanted me as their girlfriend. They'd never pick me up, spin me around, or kiss me. It was worse when you had to go to school dances: everyone on the wood paneled floor, slow dancing. Whereas I'd just stand and drink. My eating habits changed, just so I wouldn't feel fat. I just wanted to be perfect. Just like everyone else. I had decided. I shouldn't eat. And I did just that, day after day. Some days merely picking at food, never finishing the meal: only when I was obliged to of course. In the end, it always made me feel sick,
Story of my life.You said you'd be there.
You said you'd stay,
You wouldn't leave like the others.
You promised me that.
You left me, just like everyone else.
You broke me like everyone else and expected me to be okay.
How about you just rip out my lungs and leave me there? You've already left me breathless so just take them.
See that knife, here. I'll rip open my shirt so you can stab me right in.
Another stab, another, another and another.
You've already given me stabbing heart pains so it wouldn't make any difference.
Go ahead, leave me; it's the story of my life.
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