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I plucked out all of my plumage, and I can keep nothing downPeacock with poor body image, and a temple that's sure to be torn to the groundI'm tired all the time, the lullaby become the dirgeI've put on loose fitting finery for the ultimate purgeShe will fast another night sink steadfast sink from sightYou reach for her with all your might, but she sinks so fast for one so light.I starved my way into this world, and I starved my way throughI starved each day as your girl, Jesus Christ, I was starving you tooThis shame has disciplined me, although it is crushing and dumbI know that I'm no survivor, although I may look just like oneShe will fast another night sink steadfast sink from sightYou reach for her with all your might, but she sinks so fast for one so light From Letras Mania