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A zip runs from my forehead to my bellybutton Pull it down step out fresh and new and clean "you ruined me," I say at the sobbing sick-stained fat thrown on the bathroom floor For all She's done you still can't see Her beauty.

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elliesthoughts

22 / F / Britain

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Written by

elliesthoughts

22 / F / Britain

Published

Feb 7, 2020

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1m

Notes: 25.1.2020
Tags: #disparate #self #and #body

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