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My pants are tight, Tighter than ever. I used to slip into them just fine, Now I hold my breath. The truth is a hard pill to swallow, And I swallow it everyday. Two of them actually, In the morning, just after I eat. I should think after all these years, Some things would seep into the bloodstream. But truths can take a lifetime to digest, If the stomach won't cooperate. So I'm left somewhere in between, Like always.
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Jan 3, 2023
Jan 3, 2023 at 2:47 PM UTC
In between again
My pants are tight, Tighter than ever. I used to slip into them just fine, Now I hold my breath. The truth is a hard pill to swallow, And I swallow it everyday. Two of them actually, In the morning, just after I eat. I should think after all these years, Some things would seep into the bloodstream. But truths can take a lifetime to digest, If the stomach won't cooperate. So I'm left somewhere in between, Like always.
Does it mean that I'm better now that I've gained weight?
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Jan 3, 2023
Jan 3, 2023 at 2:47 PM UTC
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