Anna: Shells through to only bones

I need something big to keep out my longing to starvation. I am powerless over what is taking heed of my soul, for this powerful entity is only pure lust. I am shot, piece by piece and am building a wall of shame for everyone to see. Creation, magic by Anna's standards is opposite testament of all that is ruined. Bones show up giving high hopes that starvation of body is a possibility in Anna's eyes. But, what Jessica sees when she looks in the mirror is fat pain. Skinny is part of who Anna feels is a personality gold star. Jessica sees magic in this suggestion. Symptoms pop up and Jessica has knowledge of matter of fact killing spree. Worn to the bones suggests ecstasy. The devil of Anna is a magical prophecy with no end. A fall through a deep dank hole is a lifelong tumble. White angels are missing in action as Jessica is tortured in a dungeon of doom. Dispairing obsession grants wishes all too far fetched to imagine any good goals will be met. Living proof an opposite attraction is in the works.

Once Jessica and Anna realize life in the outskirts is unnecessary then the healing shall commence. Brick by brick this wall of absolute struggle between woman and beast will replace with angels of white and discard all that is pure evil.