Ana is my name,
Starving is my game.
I make you feel empty inside,
Im a high you cannot deny.
You try to test me to see who wins,
You will open your fridge and begin to cringe.
Instead of eating you'll feel guilt,
So run, run fast, to your room the shelter you have built.
No one knows our little secret,
You must keep it locked inside.
As each day goes
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