Counting while I run the tap, I'm on my knees
Choking on my hands all night in my sleep
Counting all the calories, now get 'em up
Body positivity, help me out
The swans of ballet
Their skin and their bones, that's not me
I'd die for my love, though break
Break 'til I wither away
What I see is not me, what I see is not me
-Tove Lo
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