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Tiny, small, sad, and meek I haven’t eaten in a week Afraid I’ll gain another pound Why can’t I just ******* drown? Fat, fat, fat is all I see This is the 5th time today that I can’t ******* breathe Can’t stand to gain more weight For I’m already too heavy at one hundred and eight.
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
One Hundred and Eight.
Tiny, small, sad, and meek I haven’t eaten in a week Afraid I’ll gain another pound Why can’t I just ******* drown? Fat, fat, fat is all I see This is the 5th time today that I can’t ******* breathe Can’t stand to gain more weight For I’m already too heavy at one hundred and eight.
This isn't about me(I'd be dead at 108). It's just something I wrote this morning(or evening.. it's 4:11pm)
emmer-lee
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
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