I have a little imaginary friend name Ana,

She's really pretty with sunken cheekbones,

Protruding collarbones and extremely skinny,

But her words are as heavy as stones.

I have an imaginary friend name Ana,

She tells me pretty girls don't eat,

Even when the hunger gnaws at my stomach,

Her friend Mia makes me puke up everything.

I have an imaginary friend name Ana,

Who makes me run when I feel like falling,

But I still do it because it's worth it,

Miles and miles of the journey to keep on going.

I have an imaginary friend name Ana,

Who reminds me to look like the rest of the world,

Thin and tall- because that's how you get boys to like you

Her words echo: It's supposed to hurt.

I have an imaginary friend name Ana,

Whose love is as threatening as death,

She pulls at the imaginary rolls and fat,

and is the reason I'm taking my last breath

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