I can't sleep, so I started writing poetry an' stuff. Meh.

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EMMACARESTAFF.
Emma, who's with me through work, rest and play.
Emma, whom I think about every single day.
Emma, my gym buddy and my shopping mate.
Emma, so worried about my fate.

Emma, I'm worried about you too.
Emma, I'm not quite sure what to do.
Emma, I agree that I need to go back.
Emma, but the phrase is pot-kettle-black.

Emma, you can't live on water and grapes.
Emma, you don't need to worry about your shape.
Emma, you said that we'll always be friends.
Emma, but how so if soon your life ends?

Emma, please listen to me, I'm trying to be fair.
Emma, you're so skinny that I'm getting scared.
Emma, we both need professional help.
Emma, I beg you, stop starving yourself!

Emma, I'm so paranoid it's untrue.
Emma, but anorexia could mean no more you.
Emma, this poem is making me cry ....
Emma, please get better, I don't want you to die!

KESSA.
Kessa
Your power was all I wanted.
Kessa
And now my body's haunted.

You've come to light
And I can't fight,
I just can't hide you any more.

Your skinny face
In my fat mug's place,
I'll do your thing and look at the floor.

Kessa
All I need is your beauty.
Kessa
So why did you have to shoot me?

I gave you my love
But now push is shove,
My feelings just don't seem to matter.

This doctor will see
You inside me,
My fatty cover will shatter.

Kessa
The best little girl in the world.
You're the best little girl in the world.
I want to be you,
Can I still be you?
Could I still be
The best little girl in the world?

Kessa
HELP ME KESSA!
HELP ME BEST LITTLE GIRL!
MAKE ME THE BEST LITTLE GIRL!

HELP!

MANCUNIAN.
I sing myself to sleep, a song that sucks
The life out of me
And the words from my mouth

Secrets I can't keep, Manchester sucks
The life out of me
And the money from my pocket

Victoria, Piccadilly, train station please
Metro's going, streets are clean
Endlessly
The sunlight clears my head of this disease
Endlessly, endlessly

Manchester sings me to sleep, it sucks
The life out of me
Show some dignity honey

Sandwich bars, the people suck
The life out of me
Why are things so sweet

James in Madchester, what memories
Sit down next to me
In sympathy
Ladies and gentlemen, here's our disease
Sympathies, endlessly

I'm at my best when I'm up northwest
I won't breathe the Salford air
I'll look at the sun from the grass

Mancunian

London, Birmingham, lesser cities
Stuck in the traffic machine
Endlessly
Time to go back home, get another disease
Endlessly, endlessly

I'm at my best
I'm at my best

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I probably really need sleep, but I'm not tired, like, at all. Maybe I'll go on Teenchat and see if Kate's late-nighting .... again.

m.a. x