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[sid] => 96879
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Bulimic Barbie
[time] => 2005-06-05 01:12:15
[hometext] => Please read and comment. I like this one, hopefully you will to.
[bodytext] => Bulimic Barbie sitting on a stool, Isn’t this world so cruel? Eating lunch, Then giving up on dinner She’ll never get to be a real winner. Bulimic Barbie taking all the taunts There’s so much she wants. Skipping breakfast, refusing lunch This is a girl with an awful hunch. Bulimic Barbie walking down the hall She’s five-seven but looks so small. Her bathroom pipes, they were just changed Because my god, this girl is deranged. Bulimic Barbie, her parents hate her They say its cause she’s such a failure. Each day she does wonder Why she made such a blunder. Bulimic Barbie has a broken arm, Uh-oh, looks like no food caused harm. Her knees they snapped, And now her dreams, they are trapped. Bulimic Barbie was a dancer, But now she’s looking for an answer. Because her legs they won’t support Any sort of sport. Bulimic Barbie, she wants to die. She’s just ready to say goodbye. Of course, why not? After all, her insides are completely shot. Bulimic Barbie, now she regrets All of her mistakes, ‘specially smoking cigarettes. Now laying on her deathbed, There’s one thing she needs said. Bulimic Barbie, she utters her last words They come out sounding like crying birds. “See now, listen here. I do regret Everything I did to make you fret.” Bulimic Barbie, she takes one last breath And before her words are done, here is her death. She was only thirty-four, A youngling, who never did get to explore. Bulimic Barbie, She made bad choices She never listened to other’s voices. And now she’s dead, Never again will she get to look ahead. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 478 [topic] => 72 [informant] => Live2Die [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => self-harmpoetry )
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