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Nov 2021
Staring back at a skeleton,
watching the sharp, jutting
edges of my ribs ripple
like ocean waves whenever I move.
I can see the bones in my
back
chest
arms
legs
hands
And even though I'm near my death bed
all I see is a fat girl instead.
Sarah Spencer
Written by
Sarah Spencer  18/F/Indiana
(18/F/Indiana)   
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     ---, FreeMind, guy scutellaro, Zoe Mae and misha
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