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Jan 2015
You may lose the weight
and
your shape may thin out.
Your muscles may flex
and you might be turning heads...

But inside you are still just the
fat kid being laughed at by beautiful people;
eating lunch
alone in the cafeteria.

**...and you constantly fight the loneliness, in attempt to keep closed an open wound...
BarelyABard
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