Distorted Perfection
- LECTURAS 18
- Votos 2
- Partes 2
My skin is starting to smother me,
I can't breath with all the fat,
It doesn't matter how little I eat,
Or how long I run..
She's always there,
Mocking me,
Choking me.
I look in the mirror everyday,
And it's all I see.
Why can't I just be bones?
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