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But i'll be ok, is that what you want me to say? it's called breakup, cause it's broken -
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It's getting to the point where I make myself emotionally sick when I look into the mirror. All I see when I look at myself, are my huge thighs. I used to be more accepting of how big they were because they were to hold up my butt, which not to be vain used to look damn good. Now my butts getting smaller, my thighs are staying the same. And I look ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Dream Trip
anywhere but here