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Perfect
by: Lyndsey

Not a hair
Out of place
Not a blemish
On her face
She's perfect

Her clothes
Fit just right
Not too loose
Not too tight
She's perfect

Everyone
Wished to be
Just like her
Not like me
She's perfect

Her blue eyes
Like the sky
No one ever
Saw her cry
She's perfect

She lay
Deep asleep
She'd never snore
Not make a peep
She's perfect

Her skin
Once so smooth
Now was frozen
Couldn't move
She's perfect

Lay cold
In a casket
I had a question
Never asked it
She's perfect

She would starve
And exercise
Didn't know she'd planned
Her own demise
She's perfect

What I saw
No one could see
She blinked back tears
As she turned to me
She's perfect

She couldn't do it
She didn't care
She was sick of living
In such despair
She's perfect

She starved her body
She wore herself out
Couldn't find within her
The energy to shout
She's perfect

Spoke not a word
Fell to the ground
The world all around
Made not a sound
She's perfect

It was a gamble
Life was the cost
Anorexia won
Bur she lost
She's perfect???

©2002 Lyndsey. Reprinted with Permission.

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