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Nov 15, 2004 22:31

She looks in the mirror; it makes her sick.
Heavy, protruding, gross is what she is.
They tell her she's lovely.
He says that she's pretty.
She doesn't understand their words.
Meaningless, empty, the compliments pass through her mind.
Ribs stick out under stretched skin.
There isn't anything left to lose.
Fat ass, you're disgusting.

Ahh, writing poetry is so much more satisfying than p-sets.
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