i looked at my reflection. i hated it. i've always hated how i looked like. i was never satisfied. i got too frustrated with myself. all this fat was once this hurt i had to eat and shove and choke down my throat. i had to eat up all this anger and it made me gain weight. my body had its own feast with so much negativity, and it filled me in all the parts i hated the most.
and people wonder why i hate looking at my reflection so much.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetrya collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #1 in proses #7 poetry #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection book 3 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • confessions i will never say and other...
