Pale, scaley, flesh, Slanted demonic eyes glaring out under thin eyelashes and ghosts for eyebrows. Plump red cheeks, dry cracked and thin lips, a short neck set on broad beastly arms and shoulders. Short scraggly hair, split ends on oily pale strands. Fat protruding from all the wrong places, small breasts over a stomach spilling over the belt. Back fat stuck over a butt of pure fat and thigh-gapless thighs. Too-thick calves over fat ankles and veiny small feet. A tear slid down the disgusting creature's face as I looked away from the mirror and accepted my fate.
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The Tale Of The Girl With No Heart
Poesía"The girl sat alone, the girl with no heart. She stared blankly at the others, wondering what it was like to be happy, to have a heart. But she knew deep inside, that the pain would be all she could feel, forever and forever more, she would be alo...
