I am so freakin fat. This is why I avoid mirrors. Now I'm disgusted with myself again. I want to carve the word fat into my stomach. I'm so gross. I hate my body with every fiber of my being
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The broken
PoetryThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
