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Jan 2016
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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   --- and its gonna make sense
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