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there's a lot on my mind
i think that i'm fat
and no matter who or how much they tell me
i cant help but believe that
i have too much going on
i feel so empty
i look at my little friend
i look as he helps me hurt me
my fat arms
my fat thighs
everything's covered
in my own personal hashtags
the voices
they yell
they tell me so many things
they think i'm going to hell
maybe i think that too
since they tell me so much
i mean why would they lie
when they know me so well
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ash's poems
PoetryThese are just some poems. I enjoy writing a lot so that's pretty much the extent of the situation. If you want me to write a poem for you I would be happy to so yes I'm open to request. And if you want to use one of my poems in a book then just ask...
