Feet together, thighs apart
The collarbones is where we start
Count the ribs and feel the hips
That's what makes us skinny b*tch
(I've put a star on the swears because I know you're not allowed to swear in the comments and I'm not sure if you can in the story itself and I'm not taking any risks 🙈🙈)
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The dark abyss that is my mind: part one
PoetryDo you know that feeling? Nothing matters, nobody cares, life has no meaning. That feeling that you want to just give up? That all you do is use up space and annoy people? That everybody is better off without you? That's me everyday. Every single da...
