Fat.
Fat.
Fat.
Fat.
I look in the mirror and pinch it all. I do this often. At least 1000 times a day. I don't know why , or how it happened but I am consumed and in so deep to believing I am a whale. I won't stop till I see bones. I will puke out the calories , starve out the fat. Take pills for the hunger. I can't let fat win. Yes this may kill me but with all this pain I couldn't care less.
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Poetry from a damaged soul
PoesíaMany words that have been trapped inside finally scratched at the walls of my soul and escaped.
