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My heart pounds. My eyes flick back from side to side, the whites glowing bright in the pale light. I listen to the soft scratchy noise of rats, running along the walls. The air feels heavy.
She sat in the corner, tears running down her pale, white cheeks. Her lifeless eyes stared back at me, as I watched her hug her frail bony knees to her forehead.
What is perfect. To some, it is the slimmest body with the biggest boobs. To others, it is the flawless skin and plump lips. Why do people think this. The media.
Why is it that on Facebook, people have photos that say things like; 1 like - 1 prayer Why is that. How about, for once in our lives, we get off Facebook, we go on our knees, close our eyes and pray.
Value your life. Someone just took theirs..
Just a phase. is what they said. She'll be fine. Just send her to bed. They still don't know, even now, that this is me, I don't give a cow. Why would I care, what they think.